Dear cold germ,
GO AWAY.
Nobody likes you.
Especially me.
The effect you have on my respiratory system is terrible. You make my head feel like it's in a fog. You may be a microscopic germ, but boy you pack a big punch.
I'd make this letter longer and rant-ier, but I'm tired. I need sleep, some hot tea, and a box of Kleenex.
You don't listen to me anyways. This means war. I know I'll win.
...eventually.
Sincerely,
Kenzie
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