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By The Way...
Dear Asthma Monster,
Go away. Now. Take your pointy little head and put it back under your rock or whatever. I have no time for you right now.
Oh, and give my voice back. Or else.
I have albuterol... push me and I'll use it, man! Back away slowly, and you won't get hurt. Much.
No love,
Auntie
Go away. Now. Take your pointy little head and put it back under your rock or whatever. I have no time for you right now.
Oh, and give my voice back. Or else.
I have albuterol... push me and I'll use it, man! Back away slowly, and you won't get hurt. Much.
No love,
Auntie