Un homme combat avec une tasse de caf. Les rgles: il ne doit pas casser la tasse ni renverser son caf; ni doit la coupure de tasse les os de l'homme ou renverser son sang.
L'homme a dit, l'OH l'enfer avec lui, car il a balay la tasse au plancher. La tasse ne s'est pas casse mais son caf vers hors de son individu ouvert.
La tasse a pleur, ne me blesse pas, svp ne me blessent pas; Je suis sans mobilit, je n'ai aucune dfense conomiser mon utilit; m'employer pour tenir votre caf.
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