The minute I smoke I fall back into the pitcher plant. This time, if I go in, I will never come out. I am running out of losers. The last in line is me!
I am already out of the pitcher plant since the first of Ramadan. I should never touch it ever again. Touching the pitcher plant means certain death.
It is a death sentence. I saw the faces [] (of) death. Here is one looking back at me.
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