When I got my first guitar my fingers wouldn&#39;t go to the sixth string so I took off the big E and played with just five strings. I was only 6 or 7.

Bullseye. Well, almost. The cleaver misses his ear by a mere inch. He stops short, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead he squares his shoulders then resumes his stroll out the door.

and magnificently blue and imperturbably quiet—save for the great regular swell of

Don't let know one jeopardize your health, freedom, finances, character and getting educated.

Written By Lilith ayacin Thorne

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