I mean...
Wow.
The sad irony.


Violin TerrorI swallowed a violin that morning, and its notes stung my mouth with aggressive highs and lows.Violin Terror
After taking the initial approach, my feet like decorated fouls, and my movement, in its awkward yet intending enthusiasm rather like the cautious, repulsive fluttering of a young insect, I found the source of the noise. At the time, I had been lost in the sounds obsequious strings, which I figured to be complementary only to myself. I had shaken with poetic rebellion against the warm sun that threatened to die at my bare shoulder, and the feeling had been both precise and surreal. Im not sure how lon
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They danced on their toes.
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They danced on their toes.
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