fifteenth.

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you seemed to love my violin,

always asked me if maybe

I would let you try

but it was too expensive for

me to entrust into your hands

you were never that serious

but then

you told me you would make your own.

but the question was,

would I teach you how to play?

-I'm too busy-

-well, what about Mondays?-

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