My high school band director is retiring from my old school, off to go teach little ones. Probably he'll get to spend more time with his family. It leaves me thinking of all the times he helped me. All the words he said that I remember. So, I'll tell you the Essie-version of a story he told us:
Once, there was a great old sailing ship. It had
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