This morning I met a forlorn little fellow, a stomach bug. He wandered into our house looking for company. He’d had such a rough time of late, nobody wanting him, everybody hating him, that I let him stay.
I can’t say the visits going well, though, as my life-long friend, my body’s immune system, has taken a dislike to him. Still, I’m sure he’ll be around and we’ll meet again. We all know how misery loves company.
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