I have a little cold or flu or something and if I just don’t talk about it too much it will fade away before I know it. I won’t talk about the dry throat or the tired spells in the middle of the day or the rivers of mucus that are sure to follow. They do not exist; they will not exist. They’re like Sasquatch or the tooth fairy. The evidence to prove the existence of my illness is fraudulent, devised by men on the fringes of society with nothing better to do than to sow lies. I am not sick, period. (By the way, does anyone have any Kleenex?)
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