Look at the clock. Look at the clock.
Make it to the car but the car won't start.
We try to move the car but there's no more time.
We'll have to climb a rope on fire.
-- Morphine
The sickness continues. This bug is hell. I'm beginning to think I'm pushing my body too much under its watch. I'm growing weaker and probably passed it on to a hundred people in town today. My bad.
Don't hate me--you'd do it, too.
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