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I can’t stress enough how I need a job.  It’s on my mind 24/7.  Money and health insurance.

My mother took my laptop out of my room.  And I cannot help but feel violated and like a child.  Why should I have to ask where my sh-t is.  Why can’t I find a job?  A job=an apartment of my own.

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