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I was making macaroni and cheese for dinner while Daniel was in his room , doing god knows what but I didn't mind , I am use to being alone all the time anyways . While the mac and cheese was baking in the oven , I was sitting on the bar stool at the kitchen island looking at the clock seeing it's almost eight , I took out my phone and sent Amelia a text " Making Mac and cheese , what you up to ? Are you coming home tonight ? " " Heading out with a friend , be home late . Save me some ? xoxo " I sighed in frustration , wishing I could go and stay out late , wishing I could party . I wish I could be Amelia , I didn't mind the working part . I loved the work I do , I just wish I could leave my house without my doctor on speed dial in case someone just touched me by accident . It's a pain i