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[question10]

Well, you try thinking of something to write when all you can do is sneeze every two seconds.

Not all the clean handkerchiefs of Arabia, my friends.

Bloody January.

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[siriuslythebest]

my poor sick moony.

tea must bring you some yes.

[question10]

You really oughtn't, I might sneeze on you. And you are much worse when you're sick than I am.

[siriuslythebest]

i am not worse! misery loves company anyway you know.

[question10]

Yes, that is true, isn't it? Misery does love company. It does indeed.

I suppose then, Company, I shan't stop you from coming up.

[siriuslythebest]

on the way misery my dear