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It had been two full weeks since I had left the house. Truth be told, I was going a little mad. I know I’m only nineteen and don’t have a ton of life experience, but this was the wildest thing I had ever seen. I first heard a news reporter blabbing about something called “the coronavirus” back in February, just after Valentine’s Day, I think. I had just broken up with Heather, and was pretty much doing nothing but going to class, coming home and drinking beer on the couch until I passed out. After all, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do in college: drink beer and pass out?
I know what you’re thinking, the other thing. Yup, I do plenty of that too. Well, at least I did plenty of that, until Heather and I broke up. Man, she could f**k like a goddamned rabbit. I swear she had the tight
