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My ex would never really even talk about being a piano player, so when someone showed up somewhere he was playing they'd be floored. I, of course, tried to brag him up all the time but he was quiet about it...until he started playing, and the music spoke for him.
Sigh, I wish my secret talent was something other than "able to eat an entire bag of cheezy poofs in one sitting."
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A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones who need the advice.
--Bill Cosby
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