A college classmate of mine went through a ten-year love marathon with his childhood sweetheart. When they graduated, they quickly got their licenses, and then quickly changed their licenses.
Later, the brother gave up all job fairs and interviews and opened a small shop selling music CDs near the school.
I went there a few times at first. We get together occasionally. However, because they each embarked on a different life path, it has been another ten years, and the former friends are now just contacts across the circle of friends.
In the past ten years, his disc shop has been tossed and turned several times, but it has always been in business.
Most of the classmates left the company they graduated from, or changed their careers for unknown times.
Only he has always managed the business of selling discs.
All along, I have had a lot of speculation about his obsession with the disc shop.
It may be a love of music, or contentment in a familiar corner.
After watching "On Chesil Beach", my years of confusion have been answered.
It turns out that men who have been hurt by love are more likely to choose to sell CDs.
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