I am lying here in bed, in the dark, when all of a sudden I hear a bird sing out. Odd really, that some posessed bird would be frantically tweeting outside my window at almost 11 p.m. I brainstormed various reasons for this aberrant behavior….full moon? Midnight snack? Then I realized that what I was actually hearing was the sound of air whistling through someone’s stuffed up nose. It’s much less romantic.
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