I am sick. I had a headache all morning at work, and when I was on my break, I threw up in the bathroom. Nice. So I caught a taxi home (where's the love, parents? "Sorry, I can't get you, I'm busy. Call your father." "Sorry, I can't get you, I'm busy. Call your mother. You have? Call a taxi.") and have been eating an apple for the last hour. ("Eat
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