I'm slowly running out of vigor. I have no choice. I like it on all of my salads, and I have no money left. My tutors think that I have bad breath, mostly, and when I inform them about my vigor problem, they say "Go to London! Fill up on portrait-wood. Scott, vigor is not the only thing that tastes good on salads." But I'm a habitual stubborn piece of cocktail, and besides I'm allergic to free museums.
I have a breakfast plum every morning now. I know nothing about the plum.
It is amazing that two months have not changed me at all.
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