The day is about to start. I'm about to do some work & then give it a rest. Annoyed, quite frankly. Here with this cop & cops are hard to tolerate. The women have the same curse. They can be hard working, but no, when it comes to men I don't understand what makes cops, 'cops.' I have to deal with a whole bunch of annoying shit. I'd rather be on my own. The time has served me well, however. In the case of a medical emergency, you do have to have to get into the hospital. I suffer from an unknown medical condition, ultimately. There will be no problems in achieving these things. It's just if you can survive Racoon City alive or with two-nuts intact. But yeah, dealing with some rambling mumbling cop. Annoying as smelling some dirty filthy shit.
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