My Treasure Box

My Treasure Box

A barrage of missiles explode near us. I run to my room and snatch my precious ukulele. As I touch it I feel priceless memories flowing through me. I remembered the first time I got it. I was grateful and super delighted. When playing it I felt comfortable and warm at the same time.. but for now I must escape.

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