As I walked down stairs in the middle of the night with a scratch for some hot chocolate, all was dark. I could barely see any thing as a result smash my tibia on a iron chair in the kitchen. The pain so intense I install went from feeling fearless and brawny to puny and juvenile as I sung out a ballet of colorful words that even those on the show jail would have to look up. I felt so foolish and not even thinking to use the luminance on the hot chocolate contraption to guide my way like a beaken. Once I pulled myself together I decided to try and play it off like a faceless assassin and not tell a soul of my infortune luck, took a deep breath and felt my way to the cabinet got out a mug and hot chocolate mix. Placed it in the contraption and set it for 2mins. When the buzzard sounded I use a hot mitt to grab the mug and sipped down the hot chocolatey foam.
Great integration of the words...really nice job!
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