I'm running a temperature of 39.5 degrees. Thank God it ain't >40 degrees or I can say goodbye to my muscles and brain.
It still ain't going down.
It still ain't.
It still ain't.
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- St Stupid.
- Fever.
- Hardened Cough.
- Are You Lonesome Tonight?
- Speech(less)
- Get out of my life.
- Wet.
- In a blink.
- Suppression.
- To whom it may concern.
- Talent is Never Enough
- Maybe she's born with it.
- "If it makes no dollars, it makes no sense"
- Blacks RFC training.
- Final Word?
- Why?
- Neural, Cardio, Pulmonary
- A Midsummer Night's Dream
- Afresh.
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