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   “ ♫ –..theres a place i know thats tucked away, a place where you and I can stay..  ♫ “ 
 >> [the lyrics were mumbled, being sung to himself. he glances down as fingers sort of clumsily plucking at the strings from a ukulele that was most likely malaka’s.]
 >> [(it didn’t sound TOO bad, but you could definitely tell he was still learning how to play.)]

^David FROZE ^{for a second when he heard the tell-tale sound of a} very ^{familiar song floating through the air} . ^{It was} ｐｅｃｕｌｉａｒ ^{enough to hear the chipper tune being sung by anyone but} HIMSELF^{, but a quick trek towards the source of the music revealed an even} more ^{incredible surprise waiting for him} . 

^{He couldn’t help the proud smile that crept over his face at the sight of Max plucking away at a} ｕｋｕｌｅｌｅ^{, his hand coming up to cover it; That could do} NOTHING ^{for the definite} sparkle ^{in his eyes, though} . ^{The counselor peered from around a tree, torn between not quite ready to} RUIN ^{the moment and wanting to shower} ｐｒａｉｓｅ ^{down on the kid} .