The love of art
There was a young girl I knew her name was Gladys she had a hard time with her brothers,they were jealous of her cause she had a job and they didn't so whenever she brought food or something they would make sure that it is thrown in the bin,she was the only daughter in that family they even stole her money then she decided to move out,the funny part is that my friend's big brothers they were crying an their mom took a broomstick and sad are you crying for the food you waisted or the money you stole they were like no mom we are crying because now we must find jobs I laughed at them until they sad Hellen do you know where we can get something to doString metricValue = SOME_METRIC_VALUE_SUCH_AS_123_AS_STRING;
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