In honor of National Tell A Story Day, I'm posting a story I texted my girlfriend not too long ago because she was bored at work and asked me to tell a story.
There once was a lonely guitar in a pawn shop down on some urban sprawl corner. No one ever seemed to want this sad old guitar. One day, a boy from a not particularly good neighborhood came and bought the guitar with exact bills and change. It was worried that maybe the boy just wanted to pretend to be a rock star and take it home and smash the guitar.
The boy got home, set up a playing area in his upstairs bedroom, and began to play the most wonderful song. The guitar never felt better and was with the boy as he grew up and toured the world as an indie rock star.
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