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Kitty knows that acoustically, our bathroom is similar to the Mormon Tabernacle,
but after tripping over her bongos and drum set in the middle of the night, the
novelty is wearing thin, so everything except our voices is going back to the music store.
We used to sing such rousing duets together, without instruments.
Kitty would start softly, and I would come in one phrase later just a little bit
louder, and then on the next phrase she would pick it up a notch, etcetera...
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