THE MAN and I are moving stuff around the house. I should say THE MAN is moving stuff and I'm telling him where the stuff goes and then I clean it. He isn't letting me move anything. Which I'm greatful for I don't have to pretend to be feeling good when I'm not, he already knows and he won't risk my back getting worse. Anyways I have a lot I have to get done so, I might just pop on later.
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