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Slash slash. That's the symbol slash followed by the word slash. Am I the butthole for giving my

brother and his wife two days to return my piano? What? They stole your piano? I'm a 32-year-old

woman, and I developed an interest for piano after meeting my late husband who was a piano teacher

for seven years. He taught me how to play it, and he helped me buy a used but still expensive piano

two years ago. I play it every day after his passing six months ago. I just find comfort spending

time playing. However, my brother and his wife who came to stay with me for two months after

losing their apartment always complained about the piano noise, even though I only played during

the daytime. My sister-in-law and I started arguing more frequently, and my brother told me to

only play it when they're out, but I refused. Yesterday, I was at with friends for the day,

then I came home during the evening, and I found that my piano was gone. It turns out my brother

had moved it to a friend's garage while I was gone, and he won't tell me which friend.

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