Halfway between Maryland and Tennessee: fever, congestion, body aches. Perhaps I'm being punished for saying "fuck" too much.
Still, it's good to be in the bosom of my family again. Can't wait to tell you all about it, if I live.
Where the language is salty, the quilts are funky, and all the men are extra-cuddly.
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OH NOES, MEG! That is le sad. I too am also wracked with the plague, but I'm nestled back at the family homested in Maryland, where I can pout and have the parentals shower me with decongestants and tea. Hang in there, babes.
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