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i had to put out a fire today in my flat. that's right. my grill was a-blaze. craziness . . . i know it was a grease fire caused by stupid flatmates and then i had to put it out with the fire extinguisher. then i had to talk to the fire brigade. all of them talked to my belly button, which i thought was very weird. perhaps i have a suspicious belly button. perhaps it looks like it would start fires. i was so stressed on. my guts felt all tight and i had to drink a bottle of wine.
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