For my best friends, Victoria, Bella, Emma, Madison, Nektaria, and Grace.

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"Mother," Clara said. " Can you please give me something to do?"

"Clara, go help Mr.Blakeshein clean out his attic?" Mrs. Baker asked. Clara nodded. All of Clara's friends thought Mr. Blakeshein was a scary ungrateful man. So did Clara. As Clara went to knock on the knocker, Mr. Blakeshein opend the door as fast as no tomorrow! Clara gulped, " Hello, Mr. Blakeshein." Mr. Blakeshein gave a glare at Clara. " What do you want, Ms. Clara Baker?" Clara said, "Well, I just wanted to help you clean out your attic."

"Alright, Clara. You can help me clean out my attic." Mr. Blakeshein

Clara went into Mr. Blakeshein's house. It was rusty, webbed, and smelled like smoke. I actually felt sorry for Mr. Blakeshein. As Clara and Mr.Blakeshein went up the stairs, Mr. Blakeshein asked, " Have you ever felt in your mind, you just want to be yourself, but you're not?" Clara nodded. "Because I'm not really being myself. I feel selfish on the outside, but on the inside I feel like I'm a goofy, funny person."

"I know how you feel, Mr. Blakeshein. I have those problems too. I don't feel like myself sometimes." Clara said. " You know what Clara? I've never had a person who really understands me." They finshed walking up the stairs and went up the stairs of the attic.

Clara coughed. "So what do you want me to do?" Mr. Blakeshein pointed to a corner with a bunch of boxes. Clara went up to the boxes and picked one up. "Why is there a bunch of photos in here?" Mr Blakeshein said, "Those are pictures of me and my wife, and my daughter , Phyllis." "You had a wife and a kid?" Clara asked. "Yes. I did. My wife died when Phyllis was only 3 years old. But now Phyllis is 37 years old." Mr. Blakeshein explained. Clara saw another box. "What is this, Mr. Blakeshein?"

"Those are air looms from my father. He was a dentist." Said Mr.Blakeshein. Clara opend the last box. It was full of packing beans. "What is this???"

"A music box."

"Huh???"

"It is a music box. It has a lot of music discs in it. It also has a picture of a lot of people ice skating."

"Why are the music discs have a bunch of holes in it ?" Clara questioned. "Well, first of all the one in the middle is where you put the disc in the player, and the rest are music notes from the 1880's." Mr. Berkshien says. "From the 1880's?" Clara was confused. "I was born in 1887. My mother gave me this music box when I was 9 years old. But now it is 1978. I am very old." Replied Mr. Blakeshein. "Well, how old are you? Wait, I'll do the math. You are 91, right?"

" You are very good at math Clara!" Mr. Blakeshein Commented. "Thankyou, Mr. Blakeshein."

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For my best friends, Victoria, Bella, Emma, Madison, Nektaria, and Grace.

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"Mother," Clara said. " Can you please give me something to do?"

"Alright, Clara. You can help me clean out my attic." Mr. Blakeshein

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"The Music Box"

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Clara helps Mr. Blakeshein clean his attic and forms a bond with him, discovering his past and sharing a dance. They part ways, but Clara receives a heartfelt note years later.

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