Just come out and say it

You’re mad about me.  You want to possess me body and soul.  You want to wrap yourself around me better than shrink wrap on a department store package.  You want to be my everything and make me constantly think about you and make my whole body ache and tremble.

Oh wait.  Why would I want the flu to do something like that to me?  The flu.  Ick!

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