My mom asked me to eat that little fish lying on that white plate.i just hate eating fish because of the bones and those fried texture just makes my tongue uncomfortable.i wash the plates and place it nicely on the shelves.but i broke one of the plate.i cut my finger and i paste a plaster.later on i walk along the street and light up a ciggy.finally i get to smoke a stick after a meal.although the meal was not good enough to fill up my stomach.suddenly i smell something burning like plastics.oh.....it's my plaster!! it was burned with my ciggy.
ok..this is boring.
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