I went to practice in the assembly building today. I walked over from my house with a bunch of music books and my laptop in my backpack. The key got stuck in the door. I called my Dad. He was upset, but came. Security saw me trying to pull the key out. He got the key out. Daddy arived. Daddy left. I practiced. The piano stinks. I felt like I had a weight on my throat. I tried to sing. So much for that. I walked home getting my backpack wheels dirty. I don't want to do that again. Oh well, we all have scenarios like that. I will live!
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