When I first arrived in New York City I got pretty sick. It was just like being back at university and it took my puny little body a month or two to get the hang of all those new foreign germs. My second bout of illness was particularly fierce, with a cough that seemed to last about three weeks.
I thought I was over it, immune to all the city had to offer.
No.
I'm currently nursing another bout of congestion and it's all getting rather tedious.
I guess if I move a few more times I'll be so resilient I'll live for ever.
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