Its 245pm n at this point I feel like the world cud just open up n swallow me. I fell like a dead person trying to talk to people who are still alive but can’t see or hear me. It’s a really bad feeling n i don’t know y I keep doing this to myself. Yah like I was saying, I managed to squeeze in a few words that sort of made a question. Bad thing it's a question that needs just about a nod as a response. That wouldn’t get any conversation anyway. Let’s see how part 2 goes. Ok the game has totally changed. Thinking we have only one gal, we thought we were in enough torture already. Nah...Now they are two. The horror! My back pains n my feet are sore. It’s a nightmare. I just need to sit, eat, drink, relax and laugh. Is that too much to ask for?! Shop to shop we enter, tired as $#I+. I can't wait to get home. It’s going to be death, shower and sleep. I deserve that I think. M sooooooooo tired it’s not even funny. Its 745pm, I managed to grab that seat and a piece of that burger. A quick 5 minutes nap listening to the food going through the body did the trick in terms giving me a bit of strength to go through the last of the much dreaded hunt for clothes. Next stop hunt for guys clothing. Wizzy looks awake, lucky him, wish i cud feel like that. Beauty is awake as well, how do these guys do it. I guess I am lazy. Well at least we are getting a cab from time square. What a relief! Here goes the last of it though, stick around for the last home evaluation of the day. For now, deuces!
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