Jack is sick. He has a cough and a disgusting drippy nose, the wiping of which makes him scream bloody murder. We won't even talk about the little rubber ball squeezy thing that's supposed to suck the mucus out of his nostrils.
And because Jack loves me so much, he has very generously shared his virus with me. So we are all having fun. At least I can take drugs. Don't judge me. I'm sick.
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