I have a new trick!
For the last thirty-six hours or so, I've had the ability to produce on demand a moss-colored wad of phlegm the size of a small mouse. No production limits in sight so far; the only restriction has been my willingness to dedicate the time required for each of these personally crafted souvenirs. Perhaps I should varnish them and sell them from a roadside stand.
At least my lungs don't constantly hurt, as do Rachal's, and unless I'm being foolishly optimistic, I'm on the back-end of this bout of sickness.
At least my lungs don't constantly hurt, as do Rachal's, and unless I'm being foolishly optimistic, I'm on the back-end of this bout of sickness.
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