I prod you not to kiss me on account of my stuffy nose and dry throat. I attempt to convince you that getting sick is really not worth a night's worth of kisses. You have exams next week, and two wrestling meets.
But as I say this you pull me to your lips.
And my argument is forgotten.
and I kiss your triumphant smile.
Enjoy your cold. It is a gift from me to you.
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