Dear Cold,
I'm tired of not breathing. I'm tired of coughing. I'm tired of feeling like death warmed-over.
Please leave by tomorrow because I'm supposed to work on the floor installation and I can't do it if I'm sick and I haven't done a show in a while and so people might think I'm faking if I don't show up.
Sincerely,
The Body
ya'll come back now, ya hear?
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