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I was diagnosed. I was interrogated like a prisoner for most of the day today. I asked them exactly where I had been and who I had met!
To be honest, it’s not that I don’t have time to write, I still have time. After all, I am quarantined, but I can’t calm down and feel very irritable. I don’t know if you feel that way.
My mind is completely blank.
And now CX City is under martial law again, because during the National Day, people are really wandering around, in various large shopping malls, and eating, and they take off their masks after entering.
As far as I know, in addition to family members who are also quarantined, many people are also quarantined. . . . . . Physically, I don't feel too bad. I just have a fever all the time, and I take antipyretics and antibiotics. My mind is very confused and confused. I need to take a day off and see the subsequent symptoms. I'm not in the mood to care about whether I'm working hard or not. Alas
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