"I used to be a baker, but I couldn't make enough dough."

Hello! Taking a moment to enjoy the afternoon?

Today is a perfect day to start living your dreams.

I'm genuinely impressed by the quality and depth of your writing.

May your body heal swiftly and your spirits remain high.

I'm so good at sleeping, I can do it with my eyes closed.

Do you have any strategies for staying organized during your commute?

I'm so grateful for all the little moments of joy that make life so sweet.

Are there any historical precedents that shed light on how to address this issue?