| Once there was a fiddler named Mousike. She was a very talented fiddler but because of her age and height she was always ignored. Plus people in her town didn't like music all they enjoyed was work. |
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| However Mousike had a passion for fiddling and "aspired" that someone would to listen to her fiddle at least once. Except everybody was "apathetic" towards her |
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 | No, No, No. Not there we need a humid climate. Boise is to "arid" | |
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| Nobody would though because all the people were quite "arbitrary" and just said it was bad because she was a kid. So she started to grow a great "animosity" for the city and left. |
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| I hate his city! I'm leaving! | |
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