this is a creative writing exercice

we cowrote this with Anna, to refuel her during her sickness

Hello,yesterday i did not eat hotdogs,even though i am american, they disgust me quite a lot,I dont really like mustard, yellow is not an attractive colour, i prefer blue like the sea, i quite like the sea, especially the mediterranean, i like the corniche not jumping im scared of hights, but i want to go bungyjumping, my dad said your eyes would pop out if you jumped, ive seen people do jokes and pretend they didnt attach well or said 321 and at 2 they pushed them instead of 0, hahaha, my brother once did an article on numbers on charlies OIB, I do wonder why it is called Charlie, I knew a magician called Charlie who read your mind, it always worked you had to think of a colour in your head, i would probably say blue,i like fishes but not the ones to eat, i dont want to drown, it would be quite a loss of aura, and im cool so though luck, i like salmon, raw next question, raww, quite satisfying to say, like naw, nawww, im not australian but i went to australia, once i said my favorite animals were koalas kangaroos and kiwis then i realised the initials that formed, so i never said that again , apart now, the only thing I new how to draw in primary school was kawaii koalas, my mom only knows how to draw an elephant from the back, i never went to india but i watched passage to india yesterday, quite a weird film, it was so long, didnt understand most of it especially as I was sick I had the impression to have a fever dream, I also watched despicable me 1 2 3 then the minions, i did a banana bread because i was inspired by the minions, i burnt it because i started napping, i sent a photo to my friends, i now have a reputation of not achieving cookies, crepes and banana breads, i didnt eat crepes for the chandeleur this year, quite strange that tradition, i only saw my grandparents

this is the story chatgpt came up with with this text

this is for scientific purpose

It all started with a hotdog—or rather, the lack of one. Yesterday, I refused to eat hotdogs. You see, despite being American, they disgust me quite a lot. Mustard is no better; yellow just isn’t an attractive color. I much prefer blue, the deep, endless shade of the sea. Speaking of which, the Mediterranean is my favorite. The Corniche, with its breathtaking views, calls to me—not for jumping, of course. Heights terrify me. Yet, paradoxically, I dream of going bungee jumping. My dad once told me that if you jumped, your eyes might pop out. Comforting.

I've seen those pranks where people are pushed at ‘2’ instead of ‘0’ during the countdown. Hilarious. My brother once wrote an article about numbers for Charlie’s OIB. I’ve always wondered why it’s called Charlie. There was a magician named Charlie once—he could read minds. It worked every time. “Think of a color,” he’d say. I’d probably pick blue.

I like fish but not for eating. The thought of drowning terrifies me—it would be a terrible loss of aura. And I'm cool, so tough luck, ocean. But salmon? That’s an exception—raw, of course. Next question. Rawww. That’s a satisfying sound. Like “naw.” Nawww. I’m not Australian, though I did visit Australia once. Back then, I declared my favorite animals were koalas, kangaroos, and kiwis—until I realized the initials they formed. Never said that again. Until now.

The only thing I knew how to draw in primary school was kawaii koalas. My mom, on the other hand, has a singular artistic talent: drawing elephants—but only from the back. She’s never been to India, and neither have I, but yesterday I watched A Passage to India. What a weird film. So long. Half of it felt like a fever dream, though that might’ve been the actual fever I had.

Then, I turned to something more digestible—Despicable Me 1, 2, and 3, followed by Minions. Inspired, I baked banana bread. Or rather, I attempted to. A nap ensued, and the banana bread burned. I sent a picture to my friends, cementing my reputation as a failure in the fields of cookies, crepes, and banana bread. This year, I didn’t even eat crepes for Chandeleur. A strange tradition, now that I think about it. The only people I saw were my grandparents.

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