2014 Camp – MF’s Practice Room Barge

In every intimate moment of the 2nd movement of my Mozart –
MF would come. And slam into my door and cackle his hilarious awkward laugh.
The first time I jumped a bit.
The second time I stopped playing and just froze. Then I jumped up and attacked him.

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