Of course you have to go back to work! How else will you support me? Nope, I don’t feel sorry for you at all, in fact, I’m ecstatic.
(By the way, Dearie, before you begin tomorrow, I’ll need you to make for me a grilled cheese with my breakfast, a tuna on pumpernickel for my lunch, two meatball sandwiches with cheddar for dinner, and a PB&J for a midnight snack. Luv ya! Smooches!)
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I like that suit! Have it ready for me too as soon as you finish the sandwiches, please. And the Tilde Vault needs dusting. Sheesh, you’re really beginning to slack on taking care of me and keeping my place looking nice. I don’t have to call Jane S to come by every couple of days, or do I? Oh, stop with the fake tears already!
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(quarantine)