All of a sudden it came again.
A long lost friend who is not a friend but an enemy.
Yesterday he wasn't here.
This afternoon he came slowly, but surely. I knew it was him all along.
Shit, I thought.
It started getting difficult to breath.
My mouth dried up.
My mood dropped.
I knew hell was ahead.
It feels better standing up, but it's night and I have to sleep.
And the enemy will be with me all night and probably all week, and I wont have a good sleep.
I got a stuffed nose.
Damn those bacteria infested kids in the nursery...
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Why don't you cut off your nose to spite your enemy? :-))
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