This audio sample is from English language from book promise me .

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There were two teenage girls in Myron's basement. That was how it began. Later when Myron looked back and all the loss and heartbreak. This first series of what ifs would rise up in haunted manu? What if he hadn't needed ice? What if he opened his basement door a minute earlier or a minute later? What if the two teenage girls, what were they doing alone in his basement? The first place had spoken in whispers so that he hadn't overheard them. What if he had just minded his own business From the top of the stairs? Myron heard the girls giggling. He stopped for a moment. He considered closing the door and leaving them alone. His small soiree was low on ice. Not out of it, He could come back but before he could turn away one of the girls voices wafted smoke like up the stairwell. So you went with randy the other. Oh my God, we were like so wasted from beer, Beer and shots. Yeah. How did you get home? Randy drove at the top of the stairs. Myron stiffened, but you said then Hello is someone there caught Myron took the stairs in a trot, whistling as he went. Mr casual. The two girls were sitting in what used to be Myron's bedroom. The basement had been finished in 1975 and looked at Myron's father who was currently lollygagging with mom and some condo near boca. Raton had been big on two sided tape, The adhesive wood paneling, a look that aged about as well as the beta max had started to give in some spots. The concrete walls were now visible and noticeably flaking, the floor tiles fastened down with something akin to Elmer's glue were buckling, they crunched, beat alike when you stepped on them. The two girls, one Myron had known her whole life, the other he had just met today, looked up at him with wide eyes for a moment no one spoke, he gave them a little wave. Hey girls, Myron boulter pride himself on big opening lines. The girls were both high school seniors, both pretty in that cultish way. The one sitting on the corner of his old bed, the one he had met for the first time an hour ago was named Aaron Myron started dating Aaron's mother, a widow and freelance magazine writer named Ali Wilder two months ago this party here at the house Myron had grown up in and now owned was something of a coming out party from Myron Ollie. As a couple. The other girl, Amy biel mimicked his wave and tone. Hey Myron, more silence. He first saw Amy Biel the day after she was born at ST. Barnabas Hospital, Amy and her parents Claire and Eric lived two blocks away. Maya had known Claire since their years together at Heritage Middle School, less than half a mile from where they now gathered Myron turned toward a me for a moment, he fell back more than 25 years amy looks so much like her mother had the same crooked devil may care grin, He was like looking through a time portal. I was just getting some ice, Myron said he pointed toward the freezer with his thumb to illustrate the point. Cool, Amy said, very cool, Myron said, Ice cold. In fact Myron chuckled alone with the stupid grin still on his face. Myron looked over at Aaron. She turned away. That had been a basic reaction today, polite and aloof. Can I ask you something? Amy said shoot, she spread her hands. Was this really a room growing up? Indeed. It was. Two girls exchanged a glance. Amy giggled. Aaron did likewise what Myron said this room. I mean could it possibly be lamer, Aaron finally spoke. It's like too retro to be retro. What do you call this thing? Amy? S pointing below er a beanbag chair, Myron said the two girls giggled some more. And how come this lamp has a black light bulb? It makes the posters glow more laughs. Hey, I was in high school, Myron said as if that explained everything did you ever bring a girl down here? Amy? Asked Myron, put his hand to his heart. A true gentleman never kisses and tells then. Yes. How many, how many what? How many girls did you bring down here? Oh, approximately, Myron looked up in the air with his index finger carry the three, I'd say somewhere between eight and 900,000. That caused rip roaring laughter actually. Amy said Mom says he used to be real cute. Myron arched an eyebrow, used to be both girls high fived and fell about the place. Myron shook his head and grumbled something about respecting their elders.