home sick from work feeling like death is upon me. laying in bed feeling achy and very ill, longing to be at my parents house so that they could take care of me like they did when i was little. then comes a knock at my door, my roommate walks in carrying a tray with crackers, chicken noodle soup and mango juice (my favorite). how luck am i to have the best roommate ever who will dare to walk into my germ infested room to take care of me. not to mention that today is her birthday and how does she spend it... caring for me. thanks nic.
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