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DAY SIX
Weakling son gets sick. Not only does it make him hungry and moody, his intelligence hits rock-bottom too. You live in an airtight piece of plastic Dinkie how the hell do you catch this brain plague every day. IT WON’T GET EASIER OUT THERE IN THE APOCALYPSE PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER