Max Riffner

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Sicky

Let me set the scene:

I was laying on the couch, exhausted after work, and feeling like someone had stuffed a bag of cotton into my head. I was wearing some Adidias warm-ups and the undershirt I wore that day. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe through my nose. A quick burst of forced air later and I had a thick glob of snot all over my face. I looked for my tissues which had stood fast by my side for some time, but to no avail. Rather than get up, I had decided that there would be more globs coming, so what was the point?

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