Cough
Cough Cough
Cough Cough Cough
CoughCoughCoughCough
Cough Cough
COUGH!
wheeezy sigh
Fuck it
Cough
Cough Cough
Cough Cough Cough
CoughCoughCoughCough
Cough Cough
COUGH!
Repeat all night long.
Cough
Cough Cough
Cough Cough Cough
CoughCoughCoughCough
Cough Cough
COUGH!
wheeezy sigh
Fuck it
Cough
Cough Cough
Cough Cough Cough
CoughCoughCoughCough
Cough Cough
COUGH!
Repeat all night long.
Oh no!!!
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Ugh.
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Yes. Especially since I am flying back to Bethesda tomorrow morning. There will be many uncomfortable passengers.
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Noooooo! (And why does it seem so much more unfair in summer?)
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Bloody hell, I hope you feel better soon.
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This used to happen to me when I was flying for business all the time. My sympathies. And the poem is nicely done. I particularly like, “Fuck it!”
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