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The smallest microbes cause a fit, in misery it dwells. It starts with sniffs and then a sneeze then sinus membranes swell. My head begins to throb and soon my eyes begin to water. I feel the clammy chills but soon I find I'm getting hotter. I cannot rest my head because I think that I might drown. You'd think they'd have a cure by now but colds are still around.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
Cold
The smallest microbes cause a fit, in misery it dwells. It starts with sniffs and then a sneeze then sinus membranes swell. My head begins to throb and soon my eyes begin to water. I feel the clammy chills but soon I find I'm getting hotter. I cannot rest my head because I think that I might drown. You'd think they'd have a cure by now but colds are still around.
Ive been under the weather but feeling much better
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
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