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today, brendon came with his guitar and a backpack.

"you have a guitar?" i asked.

i wanted one for a long time. i was saving up my money, as my parents probably wouldn't get me one. they actually left me home on vacation one time, and didn't know i was gone until my grandma mentioned me.

"yeah. there's snacks in my bag. go ahead and eat what you like. im just gonna play," he said.

he played, and it was amazing.

i sat there in amazement as he played, eating cheese whiz with a spoon.

his music is beautiful.

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