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The story of my stupidity

This morning I woke up like a hungry wolf, I wanted to devour the whole world, and I was happy about the goods we'd ordered yesterday. I could contain myself and ate only one sandwich for breakfast and two more for lunch; however, the cinnamon and cocoa rolls did my stomach in after giving Ági a nice foot massage. I'm an idiot. A complete knob head. A failure incarnate. Now here I am with an upset stomach again. I don't know what got into me and why I lost my common sense. I should have known it much better. Now I'm sitting at my desk with a stomach so big as a Michelin mascot's suffering from my own stupidity. What a brilliant mind I have, don't I? Let's face it, I'm a twat...
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