It's winter now and the dread disease to the Paper Bicycle office this year. Alyssa seems to have dodged the bullet (so far) but everyone else has gotten really, horribly ill in the past few weeks.
And not just a little sick. The kind of sick where all you can do is lie in bed, stare at the ceiling and silently beg for a merciful reprieve.
If you took a microscope to my desk looking for germs I'm sure you'd find this pattern (hint: the sickness is the green part).
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