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Console a vermin in mourning
Sob...It was awful...you know someone...for years...they're
always there for you...sniff...and then bam...just like that
they're gone...he was so young...so yellow...smooth neck...
low action...sure one tone knob was missing, but nobody's
perfect...sob...the whammy bar was hardly used...boo hoo hoo
Note:
Vermin finds he can't go on and asked me to finish this. You see,
he had to sell his favorite guitar today. A yellow Fender Stratocaster
Poor guy's a wreck. If you could offer any words of consolation
they would be greatly appreciated.
Thank You
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