Peter is a student at U of T attending classes on dead mathematicians’ theorems and dead writers’ literature. His secret, true, name has more Greek letters in it than any three fraternity or sorority houses combined. His hobby is music. He is capable of fooling others into believing he can play guitar, electric bass, and bouzouki. He is not particularly good at fooling others into believing he can play mandolin, piano, and tenor saxophone, but with enough practice he believes he can one day hoodwink even the least wool-pull-able of eyes. When he puts his mouth to a trumpet, his brother laughs. When he puts his mouth to a clarinet, the agony of a thousand cats comes out the other side.
One last thing: Peter definitely wrote this on time. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.
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