Motel Life Again?

The mere idea of packing up my meager possessions and putting them into storage and returning to motel life — which I thought I had left behind me — is more depressing and distressing than I can say. But even after I have prioritized and paid the rent in a timely fashion for 20 months, he sincerely couldn’t care less, he just wants his five hundred clams, sooner than later, unmovable as a stone by any of my serious health conditions.

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