I'm sick, not well. Weak, feverish. Every time I cough, I oink*. You know what that means.
What it doesn't mean is that I'm out of the loop. Loup-Garou I am, I can't let certain things go by, even though I'll avoid the rest of the world like Sierra del Plata. Watch this-it's my favorite.
*Not my bit, my favorite Marxist's. I've stolen it, like property is theft. Even intellectual property.
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