Because I wanted fourteen

Orange juice. Mornings make no sense without it. My throat aches with intensive pain. I just swallowed a enormous piece of bread. I run to the refrigerator and upset I cry loudly "Where is the orange juice?" My father will bring it. I am a child of XXIII that waits and waits and waits. I don't want a fire on my car... or a 38 on my shoulder. Guess which program I am watching? My orange juice has arrived :) I need to purge.