Here I am, a factory worker enjoying his lunch in the North End of Boston on January 15, 1919. I’ve survived the influenza pandemic, I’m feeling good about life, and I’ve never been more confident I will not be swallowed up by a flood of liquid sugarcane extract

I’m done dating humans. I’ve got a better idea—

Loads of spelling mistakes in this.

I just discovered a handy feature on something that I’ve owned for a while which was probably clearly explained in the instructions I didn’t read.

I will learn nothing from this.

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