Growing tired of his Nintendo game, he didn't think to ask me if he could turn on the TV in my room, and he can't get to his library book bag without stepping on Big Brother's friend. So he tiptoed up to his room with his toy guitar (minus one string and very out of tune) and his sister's old iPod that Big Brother set up with some classic rock tunes.
He's upstairs now, sitting on his bed with headphones and an iPod, strumming his guitar to a song only he can hear.
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