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Corina- At John and Broadway on Capitol Hill. When I was really little I had a small red canvas bag that said "STUFF" on it. In it I would keep my tambourine, kazoo, and harmonica. When I wanted to pretend I was in a band I would get out my "STUFF" bag and play terrible music on my three instruments. Seeing Corina and her great bag brought these memories flooding back. I had completely forgotten that bag from so long ago. Then later that night I went through a bag of childhood items that I have held onto over the years and I found my red bag, sans plastic instruments.