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In a Heap

It was on that day, I don’t remember which, that I decided not to play anymore. I put down my harmonica, my golden, dented trumpet, my heavy, spinet piano, and my little trained voice, and I left them there, in a heap, not to be disturbed. On that day, I finally realized how much I hate to perform.

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