You know how you feel about your bed when you come home from a trip? It’s heaven…there’s no place like home, and all that jazz? Yeah…me too. Lurv the bed.
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Then you get sick. You find yourself there, not out of choice, but necessity…it becomes a little like a comfy prison. With each passing day that you are stuck, do you grow to hate it a little more…until it just plain disgusts you? Yeah…me too. Hate the bed.
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