Something I am good at: Acquiring light dog hair and odd stains of light color on my black pants
A story: Back in my day I was a cat rescuer. I was called to do a job in which a cat was sitting near the lip of a volcano once. I put on my orangest flip flops and ventured after the cat. My feet were warm and I heard Hawaiian natives calling after me in Hawaiian or Portuguese or both but I couldn't understand their language and even though I knew they were warning against the task I had set out to do I ignored them. My flip flops melted and my feet became lightly toasted but I saved the cat who managed to remain at a very cool temperature. this story may or may not be a lie but a lie is okay as long as it is a good story and does not harm anyone. that was a questionable statement
It's odd when people call clementines cuties instead of clementines
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