There are five beds, one of which has been taken over by a pair of badgers.
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I could no longer rely on genuine emotion to generate facial expressions, and when you have to spend every social interaction consciously manipulating your face into shapes that are only approximately the right ones, alienating people is inevitable.
And now I'm stumbling through the madlist, head over heels, whispering and shouting and if anyone were to see or hear me, they would probably wish they weren't, and call the authorities. Luckily, my darling wind is shouting louder than I am, so nobody can hear...