All the girls from our ward, which are many, had a murder plot. My job was to ride the city bus to the location and bring my violin. I showed up and had no bow. I realized when I got there what a rediculous contribution it was. At the appointed meeting place and time we just tried to do service for her. Random Hu?
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WHOA! That is a wacky one! That's funny that it started out as a murder plot and then turned into a service project! Just think, we're ALMOST there!
LOL sarah - You forgot your bow. I have that dream all the time - I recently dreamt that I showed up late to the concert and Ian bumped me down to second chair - but no bow! I had to run home, made me later - Our cousin Melinda was playing percussion. She disapproved of my extreme lateness.
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