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Jambo’s Dream

burped loudly. His mother jumped in surprise.
“Jambo, so you ain’t learn anything about table

manners, eh. Say excuse me!”

Immediately after eating, he flew upstairs and

onto his bed- the whole time he just kept staring
at the old guitar that laid on the cold, wooden

floor; the same one that he did not know how to

play. If only he had the money, he could at least

pay for one class—but that was still too

expensive.

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