Pain in Numbers.

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I wrote and wrote until I got to 102.

"Leana, what're you doing?"

"Nothing. Tummy ache."

"..."

My headache was killing me but I don't want to be a 'wuss', so I shut up and wrote them numbers. Numbers that I hated so. It was all futile though. A 'wuss' I am. So, I went home and started listing again. Pitiful.