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I Was In The Kitchen;

March 17, 2008

…Reading a book, when I heard a noise from the basement…

I went downstairs, and it was silent and dark, except for the room at the back.  I went in, and there was a miniature band playing a concert, for no one. I asked them “why” … and they just kepy playing.  When they finished, they asked me for beer.  I went and got them beer, and thimbles as cups, but when I came back, they were gone.  I stood there holding the beer, thought I was crazy, then I saw a miniature tuba on a coffee can.

I still have the tuba.

…Sorry for any confusion, guys, I figured you’d enjoy an abridged version of what I wrote for my Italian in-class essay.
My mind does weird shit under pressure, eh?

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