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School Mom I can’t get out of bed. There is something throbbing in my head. The pounding just won’t abate. I think my fever’s 498. My nose has run off, I don’t know where. And I think I may be losing all my hair. I don’t mean to complain, it’s just, I fear I may spontaneously combust. There are bumps on my skin. My bones are too thin. I’m really sick I know I’m dying. My brain is really really frying. I knew that another test was bad for me. Now it’s too late don’t you see? I need to stay home… Wait, what did you say? Let me get my jacket and go out to play, Finally a good old SNOW DAY!!
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