Marbles in my Throat

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I’m sick. Tonsils-are-swollen, Can’t-really-speak-without-pain, Could-not-sleep-without-sitting-up, Miserable-drainage, sick.

I’m taking Elizabeth to daycare and then going back to bed. Bleh.

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