Off to Cambridge to visit my brother. Hopefully, there will be a detour to a music shop, and I shall return with a brand new, super shiny opened-holed flute.
I am ridiculously excited. Only problem being that I have to trade in my old flute, Ralph. (Yes, it has a name. Shut up.) It feels a little like a betrayal. We've done so much together. I'd
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