Years ago, my sister got me a ukelale from Hawaii. I dug it out the other day while looking for objects that start with the letter U. The boy thought it was naturally his, and started carrying it around. While I took a shower, I heard the door open (as usual), and little footsteps, then strains of music. Yes, I took my cell phone into the shower.
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