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His Violin

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I never expected it would be like this. I always thought that life would be this short little thing. Fun for awhile and then you die and go to heaven. You grow up. Go to school. More school. Get a job. Eventually you get married and have kids. You get old. Then death. That's how it goes, right? Wrong. I was so horribly ignorant to what was really going on around me. How could I ever be so stupid?Todos los derechos reservados

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