Karen Forgot Her Password/Username(The Whole Damn Thing)

I am typing for Karen. She is here, hovering over my shoulder telling me what to write ("obver?").
All is good in Karen world.
Karen uses one hand to type and can type fast with one hand. Because she's "me".

She's making dinner for fast-typer Kyle, Rachael is making dinner for me (Corinne, by the way).

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I love life and flowers and cooking and you and I am a domestic queen. (queer? no, queen)