I think that Berly and Nico may have single-handedly infected at least two of Phoenix's eastbound planes -- one to Midland, and one to the City of Brotherly Love.
I hate being sick.
I hate this achy feeling.
I hate feeling nauseous.
I hate taking medicine.
(Although this Nighttime Airborne, cider-flavored beverage isn't so bad.)
I hate feeling weak.
I hate not being able to frolic and play.
So, if you haven't gotten the picture Flu....
I'd shake my fist at you, if I could muster up the energy.
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