Today I entered a store that specializes in jazz suits. After talking to Wilbur, the owner of the store, I got fitted for a jazz suit. It's purple and yellow and makes jazzy sounds when I step. I want to wear it to a lot of funerals.
I want to train for a marathon but I hate running.
I am going to the store later to get a box of nails so I can throw them from my window. I like finding needles in haystacks. But first I must eat my soup.
~M~
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