Guitar

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The sounds of Poka's guitar could be heard as she tried to memorize a song she heard. Being blind didn't help much, but she figured if she could learn to play a guitar, she could at least master one song to show to her foster parents.

A knock on her door caused her to quit strumming. She heard the door open, and felt someone sit on her bed.

"Poka?" She heard her foster mother say.
"Yes, ma'am?"

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Sure..i guess. Why?"

"You would tell us if..Precious has done anything...odd, right? Or maybe her telling you anything that worried you?"

Poka pondered the question for a moment. 

"Yea..I don't remember her doing anything strange, mama."
"are you sure? Anything at all?"
"If she did, I would have told you guys."
"Alright, kiddo. Thanks anyways." 

She heard her foster mother exit, and the door closed behind her. Poke resumed her strumming, getting a good feel for the song she was learning.

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