When everything reminds you of something, it is probably your frame of mind. I heard a song that reminded me of curious George that reminded me of a timein aural theory that my teacher had to get up and close the door cause Matt was in the hall screaming "Just give me the key then! Unlock my monkey!" Cause I found a key to lock the piano lid so no one could practice on 'my' piano. Um, it was not really mine. And Matt used to always use that room, forcing me to use another. And on accident, I locked a tiny plastic monkey of his in the piano. No, it was not Great Scott, he came years later. This was all monkey business. Now, was that intended? Now my thoughts are filled with the time LeAnne and I dared eachother to go speak to that guy sipping earl grey reading an encyclopedia.
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