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Bitter My breakfast was bitter this morning: as if someone dropped aspirin in it. They're trying to kill me. I can't go back there with all the drunken people. There's cocaine in the air. The cook is trying to poison me. If you don't believe me, taste my tongue. The breakfast taste is still there: bitter like bad drugs. The cook prepared several burgers and placed onions and mayonnaise on them just to get me angry. He knows I don't like those things in my hamburger. I bet lunch is poisoned as well: dinner, dessert, snacks, everything! I can't take a chance on taking these medications. They'll kill me for sure.
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