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TWENTY-EIGHT
Tatum worked on the problem that were on the website, mainly the messages that were sent there instead of the email. It took a few hours but I was able to send a copied message about my week off from work to all of the people who sent out emails to my account. Tatum had to bring along his own laptop because we couldn't constantly switch between the jobs and decided that it would be better for us to handle the problems at once. I was so exhausted by the time we finished and I threw myself on the couch for a short nap. The nap ended up taking over an hour and fell into the schedule Tatum had set up for himself. He had something else to attend to, so when he was done with the job on his side, he went up to my room to retrieve a blanket and a pillow. He then gently propped my head up on the p
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