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2024-10-29 19:42:56No one teaches you this but when you are asked a question, you have to be quick and give a definite answer or else people will judge you. First impressions are mostly wrong but they are what etched in people’s beliefs and that’s hard to erase.
I had no time to react. Shay whisked me right in the center of the podium in front of the orchestra. “Pick, what should you play?” she spread her arms wide while her friends tattled behind us like buzzing bees.
These were the situations my family didn’t r
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