I feel bad.
Infact, I feel like someone's come around behind me and stabbed me in the gut.
I feel a little nauseas.
J'ai nausée.
Let's star from the basics. Right. I don't have many friends. I don't care that I don't, but that is a fact. And I'm just dandy with that, because I prefer to know people better, and less of them, so that's all fine and
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