I can feel the mono leaving my body the same way a gibbering hyena abandons a piece of carrion at the sight of a foe. Do you understand what I am saying? My white blood cells are lions. Tiny lions of Bryce Essence, pounding through these my fouled veins, scourging them of the mono menace. Proof: The mono is supposed to make you tired. But I only
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