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and just when I thought today was gonna be a good day, something had to happen. like it always does. my little brother was in the kitchen playing and he took an egg and dropped it and it was just a mess everywhere on the floor. I walked in the kitchen and I didn’t see the egg on the floor. I slipped, fell down on the ground, and got my clothes all dirty. just covered in eggs. what a great way to start the day. now I gotta go put on some brand new clothes. that's a clean fit ruined.
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