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As the birds' chirping, rays of the sun start to become visible, I force leftover food down my throat in hopes of not dying of malnutrition. Nothing quite like picking up a fondness for stimulants because the lady of the house doesn't greet you with a warm meal by the time you return from a hard day's work.

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