Even if I DID go home to lie down, I would curl up pitifully by my venti cup of Starbucks tea and dab my running nose with leftover Starbucks napkins. No one to even CARE that I feel like I am on the verge of death. Why was being sick much more fun when I was little?
Maybe one of the greyhounds would sympathetically lick my face.
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