It’s 8:00pm and I am craving pork chops. I do not have any pork chops, nor will I be going to the store at 8:00pm to buy pork chops.
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It’s 8:00pm and I am craving pork chops. I do not have any pork chops, nor will I be going to the store at 8:00pm to buy pork chops.