I think I'm probably sick, and my brain has made me think about such a large amount of wealth, and I know it's not right, but who else knows about it? Did God let me know that there was no other arrangement for all this?

Anyway, from the moment I stepped on the plane, my brain started to tell me to work, thinking about how to remember the objects around me when I landed, and my old boss probably didn't know that I was in a relationship with my father when I was five years old

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