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That little shit's holding out on me.

Another week he says, what the fuck is his problem. I can't fucking keep up like this. It's damn lucky I ain't dropped dead yet at work. Can barely keep my head straight most days, I just ain't got enough. I'm almost fucking out, then what the shit happens? I go to work in the middle of the itching, drop everything since I'm shaking too bad? Have to avoid clawing out my own goddamn eyes?

He don't get me some in the nest few days, I'm gonna have to call off work, and I need the fucking cash. Especially since the little fuck's probably going to charge extra. I'm going to fucking murder him.

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Ugh, I ain't feeling so hot. I don't think it's nothing to be worried about yet, just seasons changing getting my senses all haywire, or something.

Miss Mianne, I don't think I need to call off work just yet, but I might have to in the next couple days if this gets any worse. Awful sorry.