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In the dim light, he strums, attempting to create his own world. Yet, the echoes of his parents' intimate dance seep through the walls, their moans and the rhythmic thuds of the headboard against the wall creating a discordant harmony. His fingers falter, his body betraying him as the music turns into a soundtrack of their forbidden, yet undeniably arousing, tryst.