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Everyone can write fifty books.

Today, there was some free pizza in the trashcan so i ate
the free pizza in the trash can.

My stomach hurt for a little bit.

Some day I want to write fifty books about the time I ate free pizza out of a trash can.

Boy with One Good Lip The emotional animal within all of us The Global Struggle of Dead Milk The Soft Cheese That Had a Cold Heart The Man Living Inside a Zoo Elephant The Trauma of Eating a Celebrity A Girl Who Was Too Big For Childhood What it Feels Like to Cry With Your Brain The Person That Hurt Their Keyboard The Adverse Effects of Dying The Toad That Thought it Was a Giant Baby The Corporate Structure's Nephew The First Time I ate Lunch The Increase of Stress Among Adult Poops The Man Who Lived Inside His Sons The Girl Who was Lucky to Have Feet A Weather Balloon on Saturn Someone Who Did Something The Mouse Eggs I bought at RadioShack The Girl Who Said, Bless You, After She Yawned The People Who Tried But Couldn't The Guy in Court Who Had Pee On His Butt The Computer Made Out of Yarn and Feta Cheese A Milk That Drank An Infant The Remote Control Inside My Ability To Love The Money I Can't Use In My Bank Account The Beeping Noise at the End of That Movie The Blind Cats That Needed Money The Thing I Forgot Only Being Thirty Percent Married The Soup Broth That Liked to Wear Scarves The Lamp That Slept in a Water Bed How to Put a Boot in a Ship Made of Teeth The Powerful Mold Rainbow How to Nourish the Unborn Desires of Thought The Guy With Two Crossbows The Day I Died and Left America The Artificial Growth Inside my Childhood that Tried to Smile The Last Eleven Presidents of The United States The Bad Man Who Was Not Good at Math When My Butt Dried After I Got Pee on it I Thought My Butt Was Dry but it Wasn't The Ornament That is Nice and Licks Me The Books Keep Getting Worse and Worse The Time I Swallowed My Spit The Shrimp Implants That Live in My Eyebrows The Man Who Got a Face Job With His Face The Movie That Was Almost Over Maybe The Sequel to the Movie that was Almost Over Maybe A Blade of Grass that Enjoyed Making Pottery