If I were a musical instrument, I'd be an oboe.
I'm finicky. Sensitive to the environment. Need constant adjustment. I can stand up to immense pressure. I can crack from a gentle breeze at the wrong moment. Play me wrong and I honk like a goose. Play me right, and I'm the sweetest thing on earth.
Oh yeah, I'm an oboe all right.
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