Yea, I'm sick

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Ok? Happy? You probably gave it to me. And now I'm the one who's
running like a faucet. And it's not my fault I can't blow my nose and
I have a terrible aversion to the bulb suction. I have a cough and
I'm achy. WHERE IS MY TYLENOL? What if this is cancer? Great there I
go again now I'm gonna spend my nap today thinking about that. Awesome.
Hey come here once. I have a present for your shirt.

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