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My doctor talks at me like I'm three; let's face it, I don't want to know what's wrong with me. And of course it's gone. It's IN YOUR FACE.
Of course, she also tells me I have buttloads of morale and stamina. That's obvious too, I'm typing here, more or less to say I'm alive.
Thank you for coming by though. I'm really indebted.
Of course, she also tells me I have buttloads of morale and stamina. That's obvious too, I'm typing here, more or less to say I'm alive.
Thank you for coming by though. I'm really indebted.