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Behold this tragic scene... the cup of tea JUST out of reach. Our protagonist will surely perish in such dire circumstances. I have written a poem to commemorate this solemn occasion:

oh no I can't reachthis is the worstthe end of free speechbut not of my thirst

oh god it's so bleakjust awful you knowthe start of my weekand already this blow!

what a tragic timea true horror this daya great mountain to climb'cause my tea's far away

oh when will it end?my life is in tattersit was a delicious leaf blendnot that it matters...

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FoxQuirk

Oh, I should make some tea! Hmm... I'll make some flower tea! 🌸