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So here I am, in this cuddled cozy palace, feeling as though all the cats around me won't quit staring, wont quit purring, and won't leave me be. Apparently I am suppose to stare back. I need my days to be normal, but I have decided to be a recluse. My heart feels so alone so much of the time now that I dont know what to do with my hands. I think I will clean my mom's fridge tomorrow. This grandfather clock is going to be the end of me.