Ones a politime there was a boy caled bob bob was the master a music well mostly on the violin. One day he was at school but his littel son cald jack. One day his bruther mest whith his violin. But now it was completly out of tuen mum he mest whith my violin jack wat it was not me are you shor yes ok i will ceep a aie on him ok mum i can here you. O ye you no you can whisper ok k fine you got us . I new it bbut dont do that plees.
benedict
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