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 | What? Where did I get my violin? That is quite the tale to tell. It all started one year ago today at the top of that deadly mountain peak. My parents and I hiked the distance together to set a new world record. | |
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| We reached the top and celebrated. My father pulled out his violin, this violin, and played while my mother danced. It was the most beautiful moment we had ever experienced as a family. Truly, a moment of love. | |
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| But long story short, I killed and ate them. This bow is mother's tibia. | |
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