My Covid love story
From prolonged platonic prologue to a world set on fire, and why I know, I know everything's gonna be all right.
On Valentine’s Day 2020, I was finally feeling better after days of illness. I’d been sick for the better part of a week; the sickest I had been in a long time.
I had chills, fever, a persistent cough. My skin hurt. My eyeballs hurt. My lungs hurt.
There was talk of “the coronavirus” in the news, but that was still on the other side of the world, and not…
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