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/sick as anything
After a few days' respite, the Cold of Doom has now migrated into my chest. I spent the better part of last night hacking up my lungs and am feeling the worse for it today. I also have no voice, which makes me very cranky. This morning I will go to the doctor so that, hopefully, I won't spend two Thanksgivings in a row sick in bed.
Ciao.
Ciao.
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if someone calls and all you hear on the other line is a raspy whisper, it's me.
awww. that's the saddest thing ever. but now i know. and knowing is half the battle. it also means i won't think you're someone prank calling and hang up on you. ;)
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