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8They're in Ross's flat later, a little after midnight, sitting in his living room and passing a joint around as The Decemberists play through the Youtube app on Ross's telly. As difficult as it'd been, to give each of them time to think on it by themselves, they'd agreed not to talk about Gappa Bale's offer in the car on the way home from the gig. “Personally,” Ross says, “I don't know why we didn't bite the guy's hand off right there. There grand for one gig? At the Barras. Supporting Remember May? You fuckin kiddin me? Count me in for that shit.” “I know, man,” Aldo says, still a bit dazed from the experience. “s**t's unreal. I don't think I need to say I'm happy with the offer. Luce?” They both turn to her. The band rule is that everything that they do has to be agreed on by all thr

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