nting t on ting and reminded me of t day, I played a game  belloer a  most. At last so give up hope.

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    In spite of t o buy one, let alone reams of s music and piano lessons. So I could be generous in my comments V.

    quot;Play note rig doesnt sound good! No singing sound,quot; complained my mother.

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    ter cold me o Mr. C floor of our apartment building. Mr. Cired piano teacraded o practice on every day, two il six.

    old me t as t to  a little and it anymore.

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