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It's another day alone at home.
I haven't stepped out of my house for almost 3 centuries.
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I should seriously consider donating my money away.
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There's no hourly charge for staying at home anyway.
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I wake up each day, discovering more and more cobwebs on me.
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I feel so sick of me.
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How I wish I'd break my pinky or thumb or whatever.
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Then I would have no choice but to drag my ass out and get it fixed.
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Now. I am not in the slightest motivated to wriggle out to get some fresh air.
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This is so pathetic, Grace.

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So so pathetic.

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Get a life.