On February 17, it was time for the violin concert. Suzanne
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was happy to see things get started and hoped that these shoes
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would eventually get onto Benjamin's feet. Jane
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preferred to talk on the phone as Sarah
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tried to pose for fashion pictures. If only she could keep her eyes open. Jane finished her call
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and drank her water. And Benjamin
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put on his shoes but decided not to play the violin at the concert. Next time for sure.