One Thousand Three Hundred & One
Theme: Ill
Oh dear god, I felt the sore throat hit me the moment I walked out my work's office. Everyone at work has the damn cold and I know I've got it. It's got worse really rapidly and I just feel like death. I desperately want to go home. Luckily I'm on float the last two hours of work so I'm going to request to go home early. There shouldn't be an issue as there isn't anything to do at that time. I just don't want anyone to talk to me and I just want to crawl into bed.
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