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Conscientiously Clive started to polish all
the brass instruments, that the band had left behind. Everyone was out for the
session break which Clive believed who would feel more dismal trying to join
them. Earnestly Clive gave every instrument a reasonable polishing with his
polishing cloth he keeps with at all times. Clive himself played a cornet, that
was going to get polished last, as he felt he didn’t contribute anything to the
band.
Clive
had a daintily mind that could easily get broken, and was difficult to heal on
his own. His kind adamant mind only wanted the best of things yet something
somewhere would break him a little.
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