The aches and chills started hitting me hard on Friday. I managed to get through my work day barely but after that, I've either been in bed or slumped over on the sofa.
If I were a horse, I would've been put out of my misery by now.
Andrea asks me repeatedly if there's anything she can do for me. I have helpfully suggested she take me out into a wooded area, hit me in the head with a shovel and leave me for dead.
Andrea refuses to do this.
Even though Dennis the Menace is prepared to bury the body.
So this woman who professes to love me will allow me to wallow in misery.
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