I started cleaning and now I'm, like, on a fucking war path. My mother was always the sort to only demand us to clean every once and a while, but when it was time to clean, it was fucking time to cleaaaan. I remember being in my room for HOUUUURRRRS hemming and hawing over it. Now I get it. And I'm ready to get this place into some sort of working
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