Sandra comes by, saying she's thrown up. But she's still here.
Of course she won't leave... it would interfere with her martyr complex. Then people wouldn't notice her.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'
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