my violin teacher: "Every note has a life, every note has a reason."
D: "I'm as full of death as a drugstore"
some protesters: "No justice, no peace, 2468 we don't want to integrate"
a boy: "What time is it?"
father: "It's daytime"
Mao: "If you don't bite into the pear, then you can only imagine the taste"
again my violin teacher: "The music has to go somewhere"
D: "Poetry is much harder than rhyming"
me in 2008: "why, it's raining outside!"
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