It’s time for pigeons, friends have a dinner, but I didn’t rush back in time. I wrote a thousand, which didn’t feel right. I guess I had to overthrow it and rewrite it. I’m too sleepy now and can’t hold it anymore. I can’t write it today. Make it up tomorrow, sorry. . . .
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