An Ode to Being Sick in Wintertime

The ground is *COUGHCOUGH* frost with ice and sn––*AACHOO!!!*

The tempera––*COUGH*––ture is 10 below.

And… *COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH*… as I… *COUGHCOUGH*… clutch my *ACHOO* aching head… *COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*…

Fuck this, I’m taking some Robitussin and going to bed.

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