Monday, October 20, 2008
Coughing.
Coughing is gross. I can't stop doing it these days. I feel bad. I don't want to make people sick, but here I am spewing germs from heck to breakfast. That's why I'm on the couch right now. I didn't want my roomy to be stuck in a room with me and my germ companions. Also, the cool air helps me sleep. Cough cough cough, what do you want from me?
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What do I want from you? How about just STOP the whining. You know it isn't very becoming. Love, your Dad
I miss you a lot, and have been praying for you to get better. I love you a lot. My heart longs for you. Love, Blecka
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