In my closet was
a box. It had a sign... BROKEN INSTRUMENT! Written in bold, black letters. I
was incredibly curious about it and so I grabbed it out cautiously. I realised
that if I got my tool box out and used some of them it would be all fixed. It
took a bit of work - but I did it. Once I packed my tools away, I tried it out.
For some odd reason it was completely out of tune. I told my mother about
everything and she said she could do nothing. It just sat in my room; lonely.
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