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verbicideMe: Hyb, 'eesa.
My boss Lisa: Oh my GOD, you sound terrible!
Me: I bow. Ibn't it ribikulus?
Lisa: Well, you stay home and get better. Let me know if you need tomorrow off, too. Okay?
Me: Ank ooo.
I hate when reduced to a mouth-breathing invalid, your mouth gets so dry that you split your lip open in the night. Owie.
My boss Lisa: Oh my GOD, you sound terrible!
Me: I bow. Ibn't it ribikulus?
Lisa: Well, you stay home and get better. Let me know if you need tomorrow off, too. Okay?
Me: Ank ooo.
I hate when reduced to a mouth-breathing invalid, your mouth gets so dry that you split your lip open in the night. Owie.
