Her joys must be as high as her sorrows are deep

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LINGON

BERRY

AVAL

ANCHE

This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.

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It's goodbye to my sore throat (yayness) but hello to a horrible flu (bugger).
How can a person as small-sized as me produce so much snot and germs, tell me. And now my nose is raw as well from my blowing and rubbing it too damn often.
But I can't help it! T_____T

And I think I'm coming down with a cough as well. My poor voice.

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