Sick
My nose is running.
My paranasal sinuses are blocked.
My head is throbbing.
I shiver.
My stomach might be the next to decide to rebel.
The cold-medicine is empty...
My nose is running.
My paranasal sinuses are blocked.
My head is throbbing.
I shiver.
My stomach might be the next to decide to rebel.
The cold-medicine is empty...
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