Matthew: Still wheezing like a Welsh coal miner.
Ava: Poor Doc. Still got that cough, hmm? Mine's not great either.
Matthew: Not so much a cough now as an eternal wheeze, like there's something crouching at the bottom of my lungs waiting to grab my face if I peer over the side to see what it is.
Friday, February 8, 2008
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