Dig in. Make the stuffy nose run like a tiger's at its heels. Singe the tip of that sickly thick tongue. Piquant peppers will get you to knock back the water you refuse to drink. It's cold and flu season and you rub up against, and kiss on the lips, every virus that crosses your path. What's up with that? Flirt with disaster all you want, but respect my six foot cushion front, back, up, down, and all the way around.
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