Never again.
No more garage sale.
Too much work.
And people steal things.
When I’m really tired, I drop down.
Not sure if it’s apnea.
No more wine.
It’s poison for me.
So. When you die, people sell your stuff
But no one wants it!
No one wants your stuff.
Yogurt. Passes the test.
No more offers.
I went to bed early
And slept 14 hours!
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