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Something I like to do

This musical instrument awaits me everyday, waiting to be played. Under it's trance I have this powerful urge to play it. So, I clutch it, and i set it on my lap. I plug the cord into this big black box that exerts the music 100x it's original sound. I brace myself. I soon find my fingertips on the strings, and my other hand on a pick. I shift from chord to chord, strumming. I could play my guitar for hours and hours.