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I got my first guitar for Christmas in 2004. I had just turned fourteen, still on the immature, lower side of being a teenager, but with enough foresight to know that I wanted to play music. I was pretty late to the game though (or at least I thought).

It was a frigid February day with overcast skies When Dad asked us to sit and cleared his throat to say, “Kids, I know this news will come as a surprise,

The fallen curtain muffled the sound of applause. Jessie struck Brad with her bouquet, the red petals dripped to the ground. “You pig,” she exclaimed as she stormed into the wings, “You didn’t have to stick your tongue halfway down my throat for that final kiss.”

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