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Someone (ahem, Guillaume Teyssier) broke my pedal steel and my harp lives in a basement on Long Island and my Wurlitzer lives on the second floor of a brownstone in Philadelphia. For the moment I am very much immersed in SCHOOL. However, someday soon I hope to fix the pedal steel and rescue my harp from the basement and bump the Wurlitzer down the stairs of the the brownstone. Until then...
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