When I was little, I read a pirate book, and afterwards, whenever I was the slightest bit sick, I was convinced I had scurvy.
I would find my mother and inform her, "I have scurvy again." She'd usually ignore me.
I'd try my father: "Daddy, I have scurvy." He'd give me an orange and win my heart anew.
The Ever-Changing View: What I've Been Playing - I have this new thing--I have a lot of new things--which is that I play the piano, and often sing, every day. I tried working on classical pieces I already...
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