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What our evenings are like.
"We will not survive in this apartment without locomotion," Brian says, after I tried to convince him that I cannot get up and make food, because I am sessile now.
He offered to go make rice, since now that I am sessile he must provide for all my needs.
I told him no, because I want him to be sessile too.
Evidently this would result in our deaths.
He offered to go make rice, since now that I am sessile he must provide for all my needs.
I told him no, because I want him to be sessile too.
Evidently this would result in our deaths.