I AM RIDICULOUSLY ILL. IT IS EITHER QUARTER TO THREE OR QUARTER TO FOUR IN THE MORNING, DEPENDING ON WHETHER OR NOT YOU CHANGED YOUR CLOCK YET. I HAVE LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT THAT MY FRIEND WITH THE DYING MOTHER IS WORRIED ABOUT ME. I HATE MY FLATMATES. THEY JUST CAME IN VERY LOUDLY AND ONE OF THEM KNOCKED ON MY DOOR AND SHOUTED "HELLO, NICE TO SEE YOU
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ALSO I AM SORRY YOU ARE SO ILL :(((
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WHY IS IT DIFFERENT
NEVER MIND
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AND YOUR FLATMATES NEED A SHARP POKE IN THE EYE.
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AS PER YOUR INSTRUCTIONS, I WILL POKE MY FLATMATES IN THE EYE AND NOT DIE. ILU.
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GET WELL SOOOOOOOOOOOON
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OH WAIT I MEAN THANKS!
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DO NOT SQUIRM I DO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ♥
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OH THIS ISN'T TOO BAD
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Belt-shopping SUCKS.
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