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Day 114

I hate country music. Anytime I’ve ever heard a song about sunny southern pastures or creaking rocking chairs I’ve wanted to barf right there in the front seat of my mom’s car. My family tends to agree with me on my dislike and regularly chooses not to listen to the genre given the choice. All of this would start to become increasingly ironic given our move to Nashville, commonly referred to as the “Music City”, especially when it came to country music. However, my extreme dislike for country music quickly became the least of my problems.

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