I'd like to think I have many best friends, and I do. I love a lot of people and I would devote hours of my time to any one of these people.
But my very best happens to spend a lot of time with me. We spend a lot of afternoons, nights and mornings together. We go to school together every other day. We share the same passions, angers, frustrations, and joys. He gives me hickeys more than normal, sleeps in my bedroom some nights and others right downstairs. I've wanted to drop-kick him, and other times I would cry if he wasn't in my life.
His name is Victor. And he's my violin.
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