There was once a little girl named Rosalie. She was seven years old. She was a really nice girl—kind, polite and sweet. When she was around seven years old, she started learning to play the violin. The first time she played her violin, she sounded . . . umm . . . not great. But Rosalie heard something else along … Continue reading You can do this!
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