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Dear Germs,
You got Husband Guy, but face it, your attempts at pioneering a settlement in my throat and sinus ARE NOT WORKING. About every other day in the last week, you have had something of a Boink Fest, but know that the weekend is coming up. I can get plenty of sleep on the weekend. I will smite each and every one of you with NeoCitron.
Thank you, die quickly.
Dear Universe,
Don't encourage them.