. . . There was a stool before. This time I stayed for three days without ordering the stools to take out to eat. I was eating while standing. I was speechless and drunk. I asked my aunt why I didn't have a stool. The aunt told me that they didn't know who moved them and they couldn't go to other rooms to move the stools. The curtains were broken. One corner was awakened by the sun early in the morning. . The main thing is no stool! ! Stand and eat! ! I am drunk! ! ! I live in 211
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