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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
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1,606
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
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|
1,608
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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1,609
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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|
1,610
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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|
1,611
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
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|
1,612
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
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1,613
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
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|
1,614
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
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|
1,615
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
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title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
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1,618
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|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.567138
| null | 0.44091
| 0.578758
| 0.646346
| null | 0.549924
| 0.760946
|
1,619
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.437602
| 0.51469
| 0.223278
| null | 0.51681
| 0.971511
| 0.332293
| null |
1,620
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.321966
| -0.233649
| 0.200844
| null | 0.401174
| 0.223173
| 0.309859
| null |
1,621
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.229282
| -0.296541
| 0.694234
| null | 0.30849
| 0.160281
| 0.803248
| null |
1,622
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.548966
| 0.378427
| null | 0.408895
| 0.628174
| 0.835249
| null | 0.591082
|
1,623
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.232146
| null | 0.543319
| 0.300448
| 0.311354
| null | 0.652334
| 0.482636
|
1,624
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.384142
| null | 0.657334
| 0.252165
| 0.46335
| null | 0.766348
| 0.434353
|
1,625
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| null | 0.471396
| 0.474982
| 0.41336
| null | 0.928217
| 0.583997
| 0.595547
|
1,626
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.322054
| -0.442151
| 0.16871
| null | 0.401261
| 0.014671
| 0.277724
| null |
1,627
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| null | -0.336951
| 0.251741
| 0.664415
| null | 0.119871
| 0.360756
| 0.846603
|
1,628
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.32028
| 0.469324
| null | 0.38839
| 0.399488
| 0.926146
| null | 0.570578
|
1,629
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.112286
| 0.160678
| 0.478892
| null | 0.191494
| 0.6175
| 0.587907
| null |
1,630
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.447362
| 0.260912
| 0.509309
| null | 0.52657
| 0.717734
| 0.618324
| null |
1,631
| 7,443
|
title says it all really. this was back in seventh grade (3 years ago). so you know how stupid 7th graders can be. i had just showered and was applying deodorant to my pits and such.
then i got a bright idea. “if my pits smell bad, i put on deodorant, so then since my asshole smells bad deodorant can fix that!” seems like a flawless plan right?
now the time comes for the fu when i swiftly apply some deodorant to my ass.
now let me tell you the burning sensation i was feeling felt like i just stuck a really hot pepper up there. i screamed, loudly and sprinted down my hall to the bathroom and proceeded to put my bare ass in the sink and try to wash it out with the sink faucet. my brother walks out of his room, looking at me puzzled and wants to know what’s up.
when i told him he just burst out laughing. while i’m over here in searing pain. the burning went away after some thoughtful washing then i head to bed in shame.
this was not my proudest moment, but i hope you can have a laugh like my brother did.
dont do it
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 3.6
| 83.08
| 234
| 45.609756
| 0.079208
| 0.456822
| 0.109015
| 0.182188
| 0.000069
| 0.575286
| 0.286804
| 0.1974
| 0.688781
| null | 0.366011
| 0.654222
| 0.797796
| null |
1,632
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.216728
| 0.541648
| 0.352084
| null | 0.503991
| 0.784834
| 0.695918
|
1,633
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.561426
| 0.460026
| -0.184701
| null | 0.848689
| 0.703213
| 0.159134
|
1,634
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| -0.24314
| 0.571694
| -0.184548
| null | 0.063791
| 0.858956
| 0.058639
| null |
1,635
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
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|
1,636
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.643401
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| null | 0.930663
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| 0.482873
|
1,637
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.530793
| null | 0.193496
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| null | 0.436682
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|
1,638
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.534354
| 0.536026
| 0.683408
| null | 0.841285
| 0.823288
| 0.926595
| null |
1,639
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.509016
| null | -0.243049
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| null | 0.000138
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|
1,640
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.384874
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|
1,641
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.162503
| 0.359767
| 0.574846
| null | 0.469434
| 0.64703
| 0.818033
| null |
1,642
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.493143
| 0.576361
| null | 0.167985
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|
1,643
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.397722
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| 0.319761
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|
1,644
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.425176
| 0.258274
| 0.665194
| null | 0.732106
| 0.545536
| 0.908381
| null |
1,645
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.290007
| 0.458765
| 0.115068
| null | 0.577269
| 0.701952
| 0.458903
|
1,646
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| -0.243217
| null | 0.661258
| 0.244223
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| null | 0.904444
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|
1,647
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.617957
| 0.57012
| null | 0.422701
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|
1,648
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
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|
1,649
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| -0.163014
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| null | 0.143917
| 0.919908
| 0.758243
| null |
1,650
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.652241
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| null | 0.939503
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|
1,651
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.503445
| 0.466583
| 0.401173
| null | 0.810376
| 0.753845
| 0.644359
| null |
1,652
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| -0.281198
| null | 0.266599
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| null | 0.509786
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|
1,653
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.236526
| 0.673277
| null | 0.455554
| 0.543457
| 0.96054
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|
1,654
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.642147
| null | -0.234222
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| 0.949078
| null | 0.008965
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|
1,655
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.45494
| null | 0.387401
| -0.182013
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| null | 0.630587
| 0.161822
|
1,656
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.109268
| 0.310023
| 0.681844
| null | 0.416199
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| 0.92503
| null |
1,657
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.641988
| 0.668021
| 0.111478
| null | 0.948918
| 0.955284
| 0.354665
| null |
1,658
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| 0.509063
| null | 0.342696
| 0.650746
| 0.815994
| null | 0.585882
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|
1,659
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| -0.297673
| null | 0.419939
| 0.231597
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|
1,660
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
| 0.343835
| 0.000076
| 0.631398
| null | 0.202283
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|
1,661
| 6,872
|
late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.9
| 68.887843
| 426
| 50.257069
| 0.306931
| 0.287262
| 0.243187
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late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
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late last february i came down with a small dose of the flu. instead of taking off of work for a few days or seeing a doctor i self medicated.
now my boss is known for hating when people are sick and in the past has called other employees doctors to confirm they actually had an appointment. so i didn't want to deal with her crap and decided to take cold medicine and keep working.
so i drank some dayquil and when that ran out bought some dayquil pills and took them later on. i wasn't overdosing but i think i forgot when i tool the meds and took too much at one time.
so thursday at work i feel all itchy and light headed along with the flu symptoms which was odd but i ignored it and did my job. later at night while watching wheel of fortune i go to the bathroom to take a pee. i sit there for a good 20 minutes and finally a little bit of urine comes out. annoyed i couldn't pee as usual i ignore it and continue my night watching t.v. and such.
so 11pm comes and i want to pee before going to bed as usual. so i go to the bathroom and sit there for a good 2 hours trying to go and it never happens, even though i feel i have to go. so i say screw it i'll try in the morning and deal with it then.
i wake up at 7am and can't go so i head to patient first. they send me to the hospital and by 2pm i get a catheter inserted! so for the next 3 days i'm stuck with a catheter in me and have to dump my urine bag periodically.
all this while i'm having a caffeine withdrawal, a recommendation from the doctors to not drink or eat any caffeine for a week. not good for me as i usually have 2 mtn dew code reds a day as well as other caffeine throughout the day.
so i got the catheter taken out monday morning and was peeing back to my normal about a week later. a scary and awful weekend because the cold medicine reacted with my lexapro and caused a blockage in my urine passing. so i will never take cold medicine again!!
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
|
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
|
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
|
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
|
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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Dataset: kmfoda/booksum/validation
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| 526
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| 0.254495
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"There's lilies o' th, valley here
already; I saw 'em. They'll have growed too close an' we'll have to
separate 'em, but there's plenty. Th' other ones takes two years to
bloom from seed, but I can bring you some bits o' plants from our
cottage garden. Why does tha' want 'em?" Then Mary told him about Basil and his brothers and sisters in India
and of how she had hated them and of their calling her "Mistress Mary
Quite Contrary." "They used to dance round and sing at me. They sang--
'Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row.' I just remembered it and it made me wonder if there were really flowers
like silver bells." She frowned a little and gave her trowel a rather spiteful dig into the
earth. "I wasn't as contrary as they were." But Dickon laughed. "Eh!" he said, and as he crumbled the rich black soil she saw he was
sniffing up the scent of it. "There doesn't seem to be no need for no
one to be contrary when there's flowers an' such like, an' such lots o'
friendly wild things runnin' about makin' homes for themselves, or
buildin' nests an' singin' an' whistlin', does there?" Mary, kneeling by him holding the seeds, looked at him and stopped
frowning. "Dickon," she said, "you are as nice as Martha said you were. I like
you, and you make the fifth person. I never thought I should like five
people." Dickon sat up on his heels as Martha did when she was polishing the
grate. He did look funny and delightful, Mary thought, with his round
blue eyes and red cheeks and happy looking turned-up nose. "Only five folk as tha' likes?" he said. "Who is th' other four?" "Your mother and Martha," Mary checked them off on her fingers, "and
the robin and Ben Weatherstaff." Dickon laughed so that he was obliged to stifle the sound by putting
his arm over his mouth. "I know tha' thinks I'm a queer lad," he said, "but I think tha' art
th' queerest little lass I ever saw." Then Mary did a strange thing. She leaned forward and asked him a
question she had never dreamed of asking any one before. And she tried
to ask it in Yorkshire because that was his language, and in India a
native was always pleased if you knew his speech.
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Dataset: kmfoda/booksum/validation
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| 526
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| 0.313068
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1,696
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.5
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1,697
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.5
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1,698
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|
this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
|
Dataset: ctr4si/reddit_tifu/short/train
| 5.5
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| 1,577
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this actually happened a few hours ago. in fact, i just got home and have climbed into bed and am locking myself away from the rest of the world until further notice.
today i had off of work so i decided to make the most of it. i drove about thirty minutes away from my house to the closest city (i live in the boonies) and compiled a mental list of the things i needed to get done. open a new bank account, meet my dad up for lunch, grab some groceries, etc. the first thing i actually needed to get done was stop at the bank to open a new bank account, but i got into town way earlier than anticipated so i decided to stop at the nearest goodwill to look for some clothes.
i ended up walking all over that place. i was up and down every single aisle, looking at everything from wicker baskets to broken electronics. i spent some time in the dressing room trying on clothes, tested out fitting my tablet in a few different purses, and ended up checking out about an hour later with some books and clothes. i grabbed my bag and hurried outside into the blustery, wet, slushy parking lot (this is wisconsin, ya’ll) and hurried towards my car, thankful i had parked close.
i opened up my purse and reached in for my keys. my keys are in reality one key, a safety rope, an expired anytime fitness fob, and a groot keychain. but they weren’t there. i shook my bag—nothing. so i set my goodwill bag on top of the car, brought my purse onto the hood, and started pulling stuff out. now would be a good time to note that my “purse” is actually a giant canvas bag that i throw absolutely everything into. my wallet, tablet, two notebooks, a calendar, and about a pound of garbage—but no keys.
“what the heck?” i tried the handles and hatchback and of course, it’s locked. the wind was really picking up now. i pressed my face against the windows and peered into my car. if the keys were inside, they must have been wedged in between the door and the seat, tucked away from my view. it didn’t make sense, so i headed back into the goodwill and asked if anyone had turned in any keys.
the cashier was very sweet and helpful. she said that no one had but she would keep a look out. but i *needed* to find my keys. earlier this week i locked my keys in the cars and had to call a locksmith to get them out. i was feeling extremely unimpressed in myself, but surprised i would be so quick to make the same mistake. so i retraced all my steps throughout the goodwill. if you remember, i had walked all over that place. so again, i went up and down the aisles, peered on shelves and crouched to look underneath racks, and even knocked on the door of the dressing room i had been in and demanded the poor woman inside to tell me whether or not my keys were in there.
they weren’t.
so now i was panicking. they weren’t in the goodwill. they didn’t appear to be in my car. so i checked the time and saw i had about ten minutes to get to the subway across the street where i was meeting my dad. i decide to abandon the search temporarily and get his advice. i walked across a few parking lots and crossed over a roundabout, and slid into a booth where i promptly burst into tears. had i dropped my keys in the parking lot? would someone actually steal my keys? were they really that big of a fan of marvel’s guardian’s of the galaxy? (it was a pretty sweet groot keychain.)
after lunch, my dad drove me back to the goodwill where my car was still parked and we called the insurance company. thankfully, even though i had just used the service last week, i was covered to get a locksmith to come out and open up my car. my keys *had* to be inside.
twenty minutes and a very efficient locksmith later, and we were in. we tore my car to pieces. we were sliding seats forwards and back and lifting up everything—even checking the glove box. the keys were absolutely nowhere to be found.
“they have to be in the goodwill,” my dad said.
agreed. this time though, i went bonkers in that place. i was belly crawling the aisles, my face pressed to the ground, up and down and up and down. i probably don’t have to tell you that the floors at the goodwill aren’t exactly the cleanest place in the world. i couldn’t even pay attention to the strange looks i was getting as dust bunnies clung to my knees and entangled themselves in my hair.
eventually i enlisted the help of a store associate and she, too, was looking through the carts and scoring the parking lot. my dad was walking all over the place outside, even looking through snowbanks in case i dropped the keys walking up. i walked over to the purses and started shaking them, digging my hands into the pockets, crying like a baby. i looked like i was absolutely mad.
i was out of options. i had to call a locksmith to get my key replaced. i drove my dad back to work using his car and then drove back to the goodwill so i at least had a vehicle in the meantime. the locksmith came about thirty minutes later—again, very friendly and efficient. it was pretty amazing how quickly he was able to craft a new key for my car. what wasn’t so amazing was the price.
one hundred and fifty dollars. i was sick to my stomach as i watched him slide my card. he handed me my new key, i thanked him, and then i drove my dad’s car back to his work, and then we turned right back around for the goodwill. this wasn’t ideal, but it would be fine. a lesson learned. i would keep this new key on me at all times.
we got to the goodwill a few minutes later (luckily this all happened within a five mile radius) and i thank my dad. i get out of the car and go to get into mine.
and i freeze.
two of my gloves are folded neatly next to one another on the passenger seat. and right beneath those two gloves is a little piece of blue safety rope peeking out.
my dad rolls his window down. “what’s wrong?. i open the door and grab at the rope. surely it can’t be—but it is. right there, hidden between two gloves, are my keys. i literally just spent one hundred and fifty dollars on a new key. for nothing. i burst into tears. we *tore* the car apart. how could have we missed them?
now, thinking about it, i don’t think we did miss them. there is no way. they were underneath the gloves so perfectly. i wouldn’t have left them in the car like that. and if i had, we would have seen them when we were searching through the car. which leads me to draw the conclusion that someone must have found them—whether in the goodwill, or the parking lot, or i don’t even know—and figured out which car they belonged to and then set them on the passenger seat, discreetly placing them underneath a pair of gloves so that passerby’s wouldn’t see keys just randomly sitting in an unlocked vehicle. they would have had to have done it in the few minutes i wasn’t in my car. i don’t know why they wouldn’t have turned them into goodwill, but now i’m wishing i would have looked through my car one last time before i got that new key made.
because one hundred and fifty dollars was way more than i was planning on spending today.
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