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One of the simple joys in my life is having a good cup of afternoon tea. I go through my little ritual; heating the water in a sauce pan, selecting one of the good teas my son bought me, opening the industrial strength...
It was my nose. It doesn’t usually call much attention to itself, and just kind of sits there allowing me to breathe and holding my sunglasses up. But some germ made its home there and turned my winter paleness into a shade of red that WC fields and Rudolph would be proud of. This, of course, could not stand.
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