So I sit contemplating: should I sit here and do what I've always done? What used to get me beat up for when I was little? or should I show that I've grown up and that I'm not afraid of anything, though this is not true at all. I am afraid of everything. I pucker my lips and put them to the tarnished instrument and begin to blow. The out come was a
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