I want to have a job.
My mom had me attend work for handicapped. All I would do is allude to staying in a hospital for mental sickness.
I just found another place with an opening from online. I'm still fixing up my things.
1. I have to get the papers copied into my notebook or accounts deleted so no one checks them.
2. I just decided to move my monitor to my bed.
3. I have to arrange my clothes which are on shelves here in the garage or some coincidence that fleeted from my mind.
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