Not leaving the house. Don’t wanna. You can’t make me.
Jeesh. I need a job or, by August, I’ll be translucently pale, and oddly twitchy, and will not have seen daylight in months.
I’m going to eat some mushrooms, straight from the can, and wait for my hermit/troll brethren to come take me away from this place…
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