Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, when Mr. Nag and I were first dating, we were hanging at his crib and he put a bagpipes record on the turntable. Why would he play such awful music? I was convinced that he was trying to drive me out of his apartment. Guess what? It worked! However, I returned once I'd exacted a promise from him to lay off the bagpipes and we lived happily ever after. The end.
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