*sings* My braaain is in a fog... Do dyslexic agnostics wonder if there is a Dog... Every time I try to walk, I talk, the rhymes, the time, I am running out of time...
*trembles in fear* Anything but that... *goes to sleep immediately, logs off, realizes that was the wrong order, wakes back up, logs on and off again confusedly, goes to sleep again*
Over the summer, my mom, sister, and I were going to take this state highway when we got a text from my mom's boyfriend saying, "Don't take [insert highway here]. A potato chip truck tipped over and there are potato chips everywhere."
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