I am tired.
I am sore. I am winded. I’m spread out on the floor. I’m scared. I’ve fared. I am wounded. I’m sent out the door. I’ve thought. I’ve pondered. I am whistling. I’m going to the store. To pick up some bread and milk and eggs. It’s time for some French Toast.
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