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There once was a boy, a boy with a wild smile and a bold imagination. And he was talented, beyond, beyond my wildest dreams. That boy could play the guitar, the trombone, the trumpet, and more, but the piano was his favorite. 

The boy was magic, and he was my best friend. We played ball, ran around the school yard, and got into antics we never admitted to. We were a dynamic duo until the day I was forced to move away. A few years after we left, the boy passed away. He was gone from my life forever, but I'll never forget his face and the sweet music he played on the black and white keys.