>Gah, curse you past Nova for putting this off for so damned long. I sniffle and stretch my aching back as I settle this dust coated container right onto the open space I'd cleared. Time to rip this thing open and figure out if it's trash or not.
>I pop the lid and scoot some of the newspaper away to check on the contents. Look at that, a relic older than time itself. A whole heaping piles of cassettes. The lot neatly organized into smaller cardboard boxes acting as separators. A quick thumb rub knocks off enough dust to start to reveal some ancient songs, long since tucked deep into my memory.
>I don't even remember half of these, honestly. Wonder if any of them still work. I kneel down to get a better look into the box, moving some of the cassettes around to check if they're accompanied by a player. No dice.
>It takes a long while of consideration on whether or not I want to bother even trying to get these to run or I ought to just dump 'em. The final point that moves the decision over to "keep" is the idea of getting to show these off to Nick. She's probably not going to care much for 'em, if at all but might as well show her momma used to rock the house.
>Knees creak as I rise and glance over to the rest of my work in clearing out this garage space. Damn it all.
>A few hours later and I've managed to get the wall cleared and even found my old cassette player, faded band stickers still coating it and all. Probably won't even work but it's worth a try.
>I trudge back inside, dust coated and achy but holding a small gem of the past. Nick eyes me up as I enter the kitchen, my dusty form more interesting than whatever is on her phone.
>"The hell is that?" She's pointing right at my plastic little tunes machine. I wiggle it at her as I maneuver over to drop it onto the kitchen island.
>"Cassette player. Checking to see if it works."
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