dear b,
first of all: gross. second of all: do you want to hear this hilarious story that one of my teachers told me once? well, you're going to hear it anyway, or, read it anyway. so when my teacher was in about 4th grade the classroom desks were set up in rows. a boy sitting behind my teacher leaned up close to her ear and said: "I'm going to puke." and my teacher has a very weak stomach you could say. any sight, sound, smell, or feel of puke means that she would be doing that act also. anyways, as soon as that very stupid boy got out his last word, that very stupid boy spewed all over the back of my teacher when she was in fourth grade. as soon as it touched her she then hurled over the kid in front of her, who then hurled onto the ground. luckily not getting anything on the student in front of them. once my teacher saw that she made the kid in front of her puke, she joined the students pile of spew on the floor. so a few minutes after the incident the teacher of my teacher took her to the bathroom to get cleaned up. which was an assortment of brown paper towels and bad smelling soap. my teacher then collected herself as much as she could and went back to class. back in the classroom the puke has been mostly cleaned up, minus the sawdust on the floor. while the class went on for a little while longer, my teacher put her hands under her desk for some unknown reason, felt puke that was not cleaned up from the student behind her, and hurled onto the floor. all in all I don't really know why my teacher didn't go home once she had been puked on or why she would even bother going back to that disgusting classroom. but I just hope this story cheers you up a little bit, considering your sick and all. I also really hope this story didn't make you nauseous, I don't want you puking because it basically feels like your body is rejecting itself. actually telling you this story was probably a terrible idea, but I'm going to give you this letter anyway so you can read it while you're eating soup and mashed potatoes, sense I know you always eat those things when you're sick. I really do hope you feel better and remember to always take advantage of those who will do things for you while you're sick; you won't get that any other time. well, maybe you will. you are pretty special after all.
love,
Hayes
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