Portasound
It was a sunny July 21st and brothers - James and Michael - were walking through Beaulah Cresent on their way to meet Luke and some other mates in a rusty crust shack.
They wandered into the same charity shop they often do on this most boring of walks to the station- just to see if the old confused owner had updated her box of dead peoples eyewear.
She hadn't.
However there glimmering in the dusty corner of the room, partly obscured by a tangled web of coat hangers was a Yamaha Portasound- Unboxed, not new, missing an F:Sharp and with no instructions or batteries.
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