Feeling about how you’d expect me to feel after waking up over and over and over throughout the night needing to gross-snort the post-nasal mucus accumulating somewhere between sinuses and throat.
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Feeling about how you’d expect me to feel after waking up over and over and over throughout the night needing to gross-snort the post-nasal mucus accumulating somewhere between sinuses and throat.