I feel sick. I shouldn't have eaten the coins. The first one was yucky. The one after that was even yuckier.
But I was hungry. I don't want to go out. I don't want to leave here were it's safe. Maybe if I am sick they won't make me go.
I wont have to worry about being lonely or scared or get a 'job'. I'm not really sure what that means, but I'm
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