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a difference of temperament
When I had that bad cold/flu/unspecified virus that turned into bronchitis, I was making up laundry lists of all the things that I absolutely required to survive.
Now that Stan has something that sounds vaguely flu-ish, I can't even get him to want anything. He keeps languishing in bed all pathetic-like, but I've barely gotten him to take me up on a glass of water and some ibuprofen.
I'm sure this is indicative of something.
Now that Stan has something that sounds vaguely flu-ish, I can't even get him to want anything. He keeps languishing in bed all pathetic-like, but I've barely gotten him to take me up on a glass of water and some ibuprofen.
I'm sure this is indicative of something.