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Jens looked at his laptop, at the little green “online” dot. “Maybe not. But this isn’t so bad either. Lukas was right.”

They said goodbye. The screen went dark. But on Jens’s desk, the Piccolo Boys magazine lay open to a boy and his gramophone. And for a moment, the room wasn’t quiet at all. It was full of the sound of nine-year-old laughter, bicycle bells, and the scratchy music of a wind-up record, playing across sixty years. Piccolo Boys Magazine Denmark oldies cames skype t

A grainy image resolved: a familiar face, wrinkled like a frost-bitten apple. “Henning? Is that you?” Jens looked at his laptop, at the little

“Thumper was not mangy!” Henning protested. “He was… rustic. I sent that photo. Never won. You won, though. With that ridiculous picture of you and your father’s gramophone.” Lukas was right