I won't have time to write tonight. I'm going to eat donuts. It's only after typing the word that I realize how many letters it shares with don't; I might be making a terrible mistake.
Just reflect on the concept of donut holes for a moment. They're little powdered paradoxes.
And with Oedipus standing at its feet, the Sphinx asketh him:
"What kind of hole can be placed in a body to make it heavier?"
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