Where do I start. I think I'll just let my my mind do whatever it wants. Like that double "my" in the last sentence. Maybe you caught it, maybe not. In the long run, we all die, so who cares about "my?" Onto the day. Morning. Wake up very late, get ready quickly. No teethe brushed withthe sad lonely toothbrush this morning. Got my coffee, my teeth
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