...that old black polished, chrome-plated with metal fittings, B-118 Modern, Rud Ibach piano that your parents used to have standing in their living room. You know the one that you never quite learned to play, but where certain that you'd write the greatest love song ever for Lucy on, and win her heart forever by becoming the next Brian Wilson?
Well either your parents got sick of your infantile tinkering or you just got wise and bought her a CD and some flowers.
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