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I’m the new Pope since he retired.  I want to start tweeting and tweet about daily things.  Some official said that I can’t retire from this position for my own reason because I’m not a patient person.  I already have regrets about being the Pope.

He is an owner of a chicken restaurant and loves chickens.  He has wanted use one for a mask because he wanted to be as one.  After that, he served the chicken for his customers because he didn’t want to wast it.

You’ve got the American dream!  You can make a lot of money whatever you do right now.  However, be careful about it because it won’t last for  a long time, so make money while you can and retire while people regret about you.

I run away from home and decided to do nothing for the rest of the week because I’m in the middle of my rebellious phase.  I gathered abundant potato fries to eat and rest here.  I’ll go home and I might miss my mother when I eat all of them.

We celebrate twenty years as a band.  We advertises that we have a live tonight and no one came because nobody knows our band.  We made matching T-shirts and we intended to sell them during our live.  What only we have is a vast inventory of the goods.

I gave up on my life because I tried my luck in the casino and I found I didn’t have any luck.  I wonder if I use what little money my have for the casino and I want to see if I really don’t have any luck.

I expressed in the lunch box that I was mad to my little son because he was a bad boy in the morning.  However, the lunch box made him happy, so it worked negatively beyond my expectations.  When he came back to home from school, he asked me if I can make it again.

He bought a knife for self-defense a few decades ago.  He has forgotten that he has one, but suddenly he remembered about it.  However, he is too old to use it because it’s very heavy, moreover his hands tremble when he has it.

I cast a spell to make me smaller and I tried to ride a bird.  However, it seemed that it was a wrong spell that I became a plastic person and I can’t move.  If I continue to be like this, how can I turn back to my normal self?

I was a bad boy in my youth.  I used to be a bike gang and I made my family cly many times.  One day, I decided not to cry them anymore and I became a monk.  My memories raise sometimes and I can’t help myself, so here I am.

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