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the delight of things like opening an umbrella

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I was born, I'm still alive it seems so hopefully I will die someday.
My life was very cheap, so that's why I brought it, they didn't gave me a receipt nor a guarantee.
I don't remember being born so there's no true proof of that, my birthplace was misteriously demolished as well and some dog ate all my baby pictures.
My first memory is the color red.
My last thought so far has been this.