[The sound of a record-scratch found a new friend, his hands raised almost defensively as Sully seemed to suppress the idyllic paradise Lucina had created in the window of an antique shop.
Looking back and forth between them, he held up the vinyl as a sort of aegis.]
...His jukebox. Y'know, the skunky-looking thing he kept punching?
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[The sound of a record-scratch found a new friend, his hands raised almost defensively as Sully seemed to suppress the idyllic paradise Lucina had created in the window of an antique shop.
Looking back and forth between them, he held up the vinyl as a sort of aegis.]
...His jukebox. Y'know, the skunky-looking thing he kept punching?