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Deep in our attic... where it is VERY DARK AND NO ONE EVER GOES BECAUSE THE LOCK IS RUSTY AND CREAKS.
I was looking for something kind of ancient I could make into a bowl so my parents
A golden fiddle. It was covered in dust.
I was amazed and terrified because it was covered in runes and like a lot of
Then my grandpa Jonathan came up to the attic. HIS EYES WERE OPEN AND SHIFTED. He told me
I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said:
My Grandpa was like
I was like
Anyway, an old homeless man is in my attic playing a spray painted fiddle
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