Friday, November 04, 2005

A Love Letter

I shall seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and control you.

I will make you ache, shake, and sweat until you grunt and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I leave.

You will be weak for days.

All my love,

The Flu

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