D minor in bathtub

The keyboard was intended for my brother-in-law, a scholar in literature of the distant past. He would have played lush classical pieces on the keys. Instead, The Fates sent this keyboard into my more humble and rough hands, from which I delivered it unto the Hell of instruments, The Attic. There, it remained, uncovered, wrapped only in its power supply cord, which Jared had purchased to save on batteries that otherwise powered this keyboard.

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