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Pills are for sick people. Pills are especially hard to get when you need them. For example, I have been sick for the past 4 days and nights. Unable to sleep or rest for God knows how many hours. Weak in the body, and the mind. This is unbearable. I need my pills and my pills know it. My pills are out there somewhere. Waiting for me. Waiting.
When a wrench the first thing that pops up in my head I automatically think of my mother and how darn handy she is around the house. She is no merry-merry house wife. She means business. You mess with her? She'll mess you up. I mean every part of that. She loves fixing up little doodads around the house and boy... is our house gorgeous. I love that woman to bits. Then I think of violence. Heh.
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