I don't know how people do it, because moving sucks. I mean there is no nice way of putting it; it's a nightmare. It's worse than a horror film (even though I've never a horror film) but I digress (anybody? Nobody). The point is moving is awful and exhausting, but the one way I made I through it was my mother helping me. She made the nightmare seem bearable. I'm going to stop writing now because it reminds me too much of the horrid three days.
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