... I did. There was this... guy I knew. Ended up in an accident, had trouble using his legs and one of his hands was beyond recovery. He played the violin, and with his hand like that, he'd never be able to again, even if he got out.
And there I was, coming by every day, bringing him music that he would never play again... I was just torturing the guy... [And she hit a tangent.]
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And there I was, coming by every day, bringing him music that he would never play again... I was just torturing the guy... [And she hit a tangent.]