I am sick. death, she is knocking on my door. My ally nyquill and I have set up camp and lay in the trenches awaiting the ambush of throat, nose, and head. It shall be a long, arduous journey but with determination and cunning guile, victory, though improbable, is certain. My life depends on it! I hope to be air lifted some soup or other supplies as needed. Together, we can fight this evil axis. viva la nyquill! y viva la revolucion!
besitos
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Viva la what ever cold medicine I brought you last night... hope it helped :)
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