my parents forced me to play the cello when i grew up. i would have much rather been riding wheelies around the street on my bike. but alas, i had no choice in the matter. anyhow, my cello teacher lived down the street from here and this was the only way i would agree to take those lessons. tons of chocolates, good ice cream, shakes, sundaes - the works. a real old fashioned institute. wish there were more places like this around
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