Um homem est lutando com um copo do caf. As rguas: no deve quebrar o copo nem derramar seu caf; nem deve os ossos a ruptura do copo do homem ou para derramar seu sangue.
O homem disse, oh o inferno com ele, porque varreu o copo ao assoalho. O copo no quebrou mas seu caf derramado fora de seu self aberto.
O copo gritou, no me feriu, por favor no me fere; Eu sou sem mobilidade, mim no tenho nenhuma defesa excepto minha utilidade; usar-me prender seu caf.
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