I tried not to
run her over, and
succeeded.
When inside
the grocery store,
she saw me
carrying a bottle
of whiskey, and
I saw her
carrying a container
of milk, and
we knew it
would fail.
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| by the eggs, aisle 12. I tried not to run her over, and succeeded. When inside the grocery store, she saw me carrying a bottle of whiskey, and I saw her carrying a container of milk, and we knew it would fail. |
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