Heard my glass jar break, I totally understand the midevil rack, Imagine a whole day, no moise No poop on my carpet, A nap, Eating all my food, Being alone, Nope, rather.slice my.foot open with glass on my floor, Its chilly now, I have my fan on low, Its.a bit cold, Air is so heavyContinue reading “Seventy suppose to reach eighty-five”