I woke up this morning with a sore throat which I originally chalked up to the dryness of the air but it hasn't gone away.
Wes keeps asking me what's wrong and I keep saying "I don't feel good." And he keeps saying "I don't feel good either" and then proceeds to tell me how awful he feels.
I finally asked "Is this a competition for who's the sickest?" He said "No, I was just letting you know I know what it feels like."
Uh, thanks.
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