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It is now eight-thirty in the morning where I'm at, and I need to go put my clothes on to wash. I've got some things planned for today. Shopping for some new clothes (and a nice jacket or coat because struggling to pull hoodies over my head every single day is annoying) and going to see the Golden Compass. I was, at first, thinking of just
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I hate inhalers, so no matter how sick I am I refuse to take them. They make me feel funny :(
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