I am Sick.
I Do Not Appreciate this. Note the lack of smiley.
I bet it's that football kid's fault. He's always out in the mud. I shall deal with him, oh yes. Once I can breathe through my nose again. Or talk. Or move without hurting.
I demand soup.
And my boyfriend.
Jin, get over here now. Now.
Edit 1: I wrote that minutes ago. Where
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