It's genetics, baby
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I'm here coughing my lungs out.
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Did I mention that it's holiday, which meant I can do whatever I want?
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Oh, and did I mention that I'm asthmatic?
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Yeah, just my luck.
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-So much for snowflake and icy cold desserts. Buh-bye.