Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Dear Virus,

What was it about my throat that was so homey to you. Why did you pick right before my vacation to infect me. Couldn't we work something out next time? How about you infect me when there's something unpleasant I want to get out of. I promise I'd fight you less then. As it is, I shall have to douse you with salt water and tea.

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