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With a brush in my mouth, I jump on one leg, trying to put on a sock on the other leg that my dog ​​pulls thinking I’m playing. Somehow I manage to put out a burning cigarette that threatens to escape from the ashtray and thus cause the temperature on the planet to rise and the polar ice to melt. I look longingly at the fly that swims backwards while singing in my undrinkable coffee and I envy it. During all that time, Mr. President has been yelling at me on tv and I have been cursing him with spicy toothpaste. This is a description of one of the usual job preparations. In the second shift. I don't even want to write about the first one.

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