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My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

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that wasn’t mine, he sang, his voice cracking with early puberty. Said I was sorry, but it took some time. Now I’m learning what it means to think before I act, keep my conscience clean. I listened with wet eyes and pretended they weren’t wet. That’s really good, I told him. Is it true you sank Derek’s car, he asked. I was honest with him. Yeah, I continue reading …

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