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Shock is an understatement. Well, you aren't sure what to expect in Atlas's room.

It is clean and neat, but that wasn't the thing that surprised you—the numerous band posters on the walls. Most of them were in black and white and looked very old. Next to his bed is an old acoustic guitar that has dozens of fading stickers. His desk has a neat pile of music magazines that, if you could guess, were published way before you were born.

"Sorry about the mess," Atlas said, scratching the back of his head. "So, how do you want to do this? We have a couch outside; I could sleep there and you sleep here," he shrugged. "Well, I don't mind sleeping next to you, if you don't mind it too."

"You love music," you can't help but mention.

Atlas released a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I love old songs so much. I can confidently say that I know more old songs than the latest ones. Do you want to hear me play the guitar? Actually, maybe now is not the time for that."

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Sleep in the same room -- Page 317

Let Atlas sleep on the couch outside while you stay in his room -- Page 292

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