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Personal Narrative: A Walk Into The Music Store

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As I walked into the music store I was overwhelmed with joy. Looking at every instrument I wish i could have. When out of the corner of my eye, I see it. A cherry red acoustic fender guitar. The light shined off of its mahogany wood as if the heavens themselves sent it from above. I brought it down from the wall and held it tight. It was lighter than I thought it would be. The body was smooth as glass, with no sharp
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