Stop it. Just.... stop it.
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Stop it. Just.... stop it.
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Okay.
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Ever since I was a young sapling, I had tried to expand my speech vocabulary. However, no matter how hard I tried to utter any word besides 'okay', there was never anything but
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a soft wheeze, which would barely escape my mouth. I couldn't comprehend why this would always happen, I'd give anything to be able to speak freely. This passion was why I chose to
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swallow the reed of my clarinet. It was stuck at the back of my throat. My voice was a contralto, husky at times, shrill at others. Finally my wife the composer listened to me
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then stumbled over to the piano and pulled out Bach's "Air on a G-string." "Sing!" she demanded, as her fingers flew over the keys. Apparently the neighbords were listening to
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-p Gun-style which meant, when the neighbors listened to them play piano they played a montage version of volleyball and jumped on a motorbike which was silly because
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...well,I don't know!I just was!Not everything has a reason,or happens for a reason.Actually,most things are random.Like fire ants they came with their motorbikes and at 250
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:05 Martian time on a certain day they felt a calling, and so they wheeled their motorbikes around a certain tumblebush on the frontier, had some vittles and conveyed the teachings
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of "Examples of What Not to do" to the impressionable native children. But the sideways motorcycle technology was not adaptible, & they were up a creek without a certain implement.
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- 2012-07-29 16:17:10
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- 2013-06-11 23:38:06
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