mycupoftea
I don't know what auxiliary means.
I think I have an idea.
I can sit and contemplate, and try to write a story.
This is a story of a girl who did not know what the word auxiliary means, she is too lazy to google it.
She never learnt what it meant.
The End.
In the sequel you gets close but she gives up because she gets distracted by her friend watching a horror movie.
My brain has literally drawn a blank, as I type about a doorknob. Doorknobs are shiny, mine isn't. I suppose many doorknobs need a god polish, just like people. My doorknobs are wrung tight just like I do with my wrists. All these similes flooding into my head.