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Vanellope slipped into the shop, pushing her hood down from her head. Shoving her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, she looked around.
“Hey! I’m looking at getting a guitar,” she replied, scuffing her boot on the floor.
“Maybe some lessons too.”
Berlioz smiled and nodded as he put down violin and walked towards the wall with guitars. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. There’s plenty to choose from. While the guitar isn’t my specialty, I have other employees who would be able to teach you.”















