You know all those times when you wanted to sneeze, but nothing came out, so you just kind of sat there for an hour in pain with a miserable, twisted expression on your face and comically flared nostrils?
What if all those not-quite-computed-sneezes ripped themselves out of your body at the exact same time as you sat there, unaware of what the universe had in store? Unaware that there is no such thing as a forgotten moment in space and time, no such thing as a noncontinuation of sneeze energy?
Welcome to my life, dear readers. I may have internal bleeding from the force of these rollover sneezes.
Love and the snot bubbles are very, very, frighteningly real,
Victory
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