This vile thing is my lungs now. I'm in for a lovely night, methinks. Oh well, mother nature's last chance to prove me right. I'm supposed to be dead. (half my family going back the last 3 centuries or so, lived to be a pain-in-the-posterior to their great grandchildren, and the other half - the asthmatic ones - died before 50. I spent years
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