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I'm sick. Remember that time I came over at 5 in the fucking morning just to see you before school? Well you were sick then, and now I'm sick. I can't see you, fuck I can't even rake the goddamn yard but you still whine and try to make me come over even though my head's splitting apart and my nose is running like a kenyan in the olympics. My throat is swollen and I can barely talk.
No, I do not want to webcam while I'm in this condition either. Why am I even on the phone with you again?
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