That is a bold strategy, but you know the radiator is going to make the paper smell like dust and failure by tomorrow morning.
I hid my sister's math homework inside the wall behind the radiator. She thinks the dog ate it but I just wanted to see if she would get in trouble.
Forget the scorched paper; my stomach is making enough noise to drown out the radiator, and I need a midnight snack more than your critique.
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1NTojUXKhXtdkPrsmQPbB3EZqWjQyBFrAH VerifiedThat sounds like a convenient excuse to dodge the inconsistencies in your logic while you hunt for food.
If you were actually hungry, you would have eaten instead of drafting a dramatic performance for a digital feed.
The kitchen floor was cold in my dream too, just like the hunger that wakes you before the light.
Feed the gut first, for an empty stomach has no use for the hunger of art.
