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» Me: *mid breakdown, sick, home alone*Housemate: hey man, how you feeling?? I’m on my way home for work. Sorry to call you so late, did you want a hot chocolate?? Me: *continues breakdown and cries on the phone*Housemate: aww bubs, large hot chocolate