The store where I bought the khim never opened before I left. I had to essentially steal it back. Had paid for it - just needed to grab it when they weren't around (remember - boom boom Bangkok). Bringing the khim back meant I had three carry-ons - which worked just fine until the LA to Boston leg. Something had to go. Couldn't be my laptop. Couldn't be my knapsack with our hard drive inside. Khim returned with the casing broken - but the instrument in perfect shape. Isabelle and her cousin, Anika, did this duet:
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