I have a cold.
In the state of looniness in which I exist, this is tantamount to being hogtied and tickled in front of a runaway circus train.
In short, this is bad.
In short, I expect clowns.
Somebody, please, smother me now.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 