I am sick. Sickity-sick. Sick sick sick. Sickity-sick.
Now everybody sing along!
Now it's a solo from Influenza Type B!
A touching story of a young woman's struggle to breathe freely through both nostrils at once and occasionally stop coughing. Luckily, she lives in a land where fruit juices and noodle soup are abundantly found.
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