I unlock the door to your apartment and see you standing in the kitchen, trying to reach the cups on the top shelf. I sigh in annoyance. This won't work. The doctor told you to take it easy. I pick you up and sit you back on the sofa. You're not able to move fully yet. Your leg is still broken! I go back to the kitchen, open the microwave, and put in a plate of food I brought from next door.
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