Oi! I hate being sick. This has been the worst weekend ever. Lets zoom in. Sunday, 3:00 am. I feel horrible horrible pains in my stomache so my first instinct is to go downstairs make a nice cup of tea, drink it in bed, and float away to dream land. WRONG! I get my cup of tea, bring it to bed, but when I sip it I have this horrible horrible fealing
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