Let's say you have a banjo. It's an ok banjo, but not the best. It was given to you by your younger brother who has spina bifida, who gave it to you because he wants to help you fulfill your dream of playing the banjo professionally someday.
One day, through hard work, you get a really good banjo while doing a gig down in Nashville, your dream gig.
Is the thesis of this thread, that fuck your younger brother with spina bifida, that old banjo is still yours?
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