I’m sick. I’ve got the throat, the lungs, the seven pound headache. Swallowing is an exercise akin to squeezing a porcupine up against a wolverine. But the weird thing is that it totally mellows out my voice. Draws it deeper and smoother. Sure, it hurts like a sonuvabitch, but you gotta love that smooth.
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