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Da ??

We had another argument today. Why doesn't she understand? I'm trying my best here. The fucking bitch! I'd like to see her go out and try to find omething in this shit wasteland! Let's see how she does. I just can't believe her. Right in front of our kids. God our kids... They look so frail, so skinny. You can start to see their bones. Their fucking bones. My poor babies. They don't deserve this. They don't deserve this life. This torture! I don't know what to do...I'm losing all grip on things. I'm supposed to have everything under control. What are we going to do. Winter is coming. We can't leave. Not now, we'll freeze. God. Help us please. Help.

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