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Although an inanimate object, my guitar is the one thing I'd take with me if I was caught in a fire. It used to be my fathers, but he never learned how to play. It's a dark green acoustic guitar with gold tuning pegs. The fretboard is a dark brown wood color, and the strings are sturdy and won't need to be replaced for another few months. The body of the guitar is smooth, but there's a small indent on the back of it from being over twenty years old. It has a rich sound when played, and it suits my voice well. It's a Washburn guitar, and it should have a strap, but it doesn't. There's only one peg to put the guitar strap, on the back of the neck of the guitar. The one that should be at the bottom simply isn't there whatsoever, but there is a small hole to place one there. Music has always been one of my favorite things about life, so the guitar is important to me. After all, what are we when we cannot do the one thing we were put on this Earth to do?
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