The kettle is on and I’m about to chug tea, because I am sick. I find it curious to be ill at this particular time, the same time I was ill last year. Maybe it’s not interesting at all - maybe if you spend the day in the rain, the fabric of your turtleneck cold and damp against your skin, you’re going to catch a cold, whether you are in Paris or not. My…
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