Oh, Mister. You are just so so sick. It's blizzarding, and you're so sick. I'm still holding strong (sick, but able to live live ignoring it), Steph is gonna go down tomorrow. I think we can all see that coming. I don't know that you're getting better any time soon yourself, Sir. It isn't budging. Stubborn snot. You are being an angel though. You're not overly sick of being inside, and you're coming up with activities, you're such a sweet boy.
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