The first time I saw you on the beach that day, I took out 10,000 lire in a daze. I only wish you could go on the road with me. Your sister is so pitiful, I bought them food and drink with the rest. At that time, you didn't know anything. The swill you made was really unpalatable. It took a lot of effort to teach you how to play drums. When you beat your legs, you ran away. I don't blame you. After all, I will find you and call you. When I know you will come, if you don't follow me, you will starve to death sooner or later. I beat that fool not only because of his nonsense, I know he likes you, he seduces you with the sound of the piano, and you let me teach you to play the trumpet, I really don't want it, I know you can play that broken tune. . . . . .
Then I think you learn everything slowly, why do you think it is too fast now?
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