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I did go on the hike this morning despite the rain. It was me, two middle-aged people and the hike leader person Herr Holunder. Holunder means elderberry in German. Mr Elderberry. He was a very old man.
It was a boring hike and not really efficient for me since I can run marathons if I wanted with my athletic heart but it was nice in that it was a bit like sightseeing and Mr Elderberry was like a guide telling us all about the different buildings and things around us. So that was okay.
I went down into town again later...There is nothing to do here. It's a health place for old people. Famous people used to come here like famous kings and queens in the olden days. Now just old people come here. Like WW2 old. I've heard a lot of WW2 talk these last couple of days.
I really do hate tea.
I have nothing to write because I am so bored! I will write nonsense.
We have to go to the food store, darling, to get some electric oreos to fight the grass and weeds with. There is cheese in your hair, let me lick it clean. You're having an affair! With the Swedish meatballs in the freezer! I am going on a date with this jar of pickles. The oreos need milk to survive otherwise they cannot divide into delicious Cadbury buttons with cream cheese. Why is the yellow car on the roof? Damn, I lost the game! We are all going to die from an epidemic of shaving cream. Where is my tea?
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