...by the alien. You know how alligators lock their jaws on their prey, rolling their struggling victims along the water's bottom until dinner gives up and ceases to fight? Well, if the flu was an alligator, I was the prey caught in its death roll.
Luckily, I smoked it with my increased fluids, hours of bed rest, and antibacterial cleansers.
Suck it, flu.
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