I was walking when I saw an old broken banjo on the side of the street. I grabbed it and plucked one of the strings and it made a horrible noise. “KREEEK!” I don’t even know how a banjo can make that noise. Then I remembered how a long time ago I threw a broken banjo away. It was completely out of tune. I just wonder how I found it here.I wonder, maybe it was destiny for us to meet again. I ran happily home for no reason and kept plucking the broken banjo’s strings. Destiny made a great choice.
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