“Bless you– I don’t know where it came from”
In this small office it is sin to let a sneeze slip unnoticed.
Someone has a cold or runny nose, or is having a reaction–
different from the one I had, or you, when you blessed a
faceless person we know way too well– this nondescript
sneeze could have belonged to you. I wasn’t watching.
Someone has a cold or runny nose, or is having a reaction–
different from the one I had, or you, when you blessed a
faceless person we know way too well– this nondescript
sneeze could have belonged to you. I wasn’t watching.
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