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The glow of the old school CRT monitor cast an almost sacred light on our faces, and later the Philips TV, the screen for a digital aurora in the box-room. I remember the specific thrum of the PlayStation, the click of its disc drive, and the rhythmic, almost hypnotic sequence of button presses as I meticulously layered beats and melodies. This was for his GCSE music project, a task he’d presented with a shrug and an almost imperceptible plea for help. He didn't do or say much; he rarely did. He just sat there, knees pulled up to his chest on the floor, watching me, a silent, still observer as I sculpted a rudimentary track from the limited palette of an early 2000s music creation game. His presence was like a barely perceptible hum in the room, a quiet witness to the genesis of something out of nothing. I remember thinking, in that precise moment, that he was involved. Not creatively, not actively, but his quiet watchfulness, his unblinking gaze, felt like a silent endorsement, ...
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Two Loyal Companions

In the mountains of Scotland, where the wind howls and the rain never seems to cease, there lived a Scotsman with a heart as expansive as the glens and lochs surrounding his humble abode. It was a simple existence, but one filled with contentment and joy, especially when he was joined by his two loyal companions: a Golden Retriever and a Border Collie.
The three of them were making their way back from a long walk, the dogs bounding ahead of their master, until they reached the edge of Loch Ness. The Golden Retriever, ever the adventurer, couldn't resist the sparkling waters and plunged in, causing the Border Collie to pause and watch in bemusement.
"Come on laddie!" the Scotsman called, beckoning to his canine companions. The Golden Retriever eagerly followed, but not before collecting his fellow dog, who had decided to join in the fun and splash in the water as well.




The three of them spent a blissful moment in the water, the coldness of the Loch forgotten in the warmth of their bond. As they made their way back to the shore, the Scotsman couldn't help but feel grateful for the loyal companionship of his two furry friends. In that moment, life felt perfect, and he knew that as long as he had them by his side, he would always find joy in the simplest of moments. 

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