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I SAID, DARLING MY WRIST WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME YET.
And I hold to it. My wrist, my wrist, my DARLING, I hate my wrist! I hate my wrist, I hate my wrist, and YES darling, I hate that thing on my wrist.
Whatever.
I am hopeless. My wrist is dying. And I’m hating every minute of it. Darling I hate my wrist. (And, nope, my darling does not mean anyone at all.) Lovely. My wrist shall be the death of me yet. The only thing that I can depend on depends on my wrist! And my wrist is hating me. My wrist hates my choice of career. My wrist is very bent on being the death of me.

Darling, my love, WRIST, GET WELL man.

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