My favourite Shoreditch bar is under my duvet

Fucking hell I hurt.

I have bacteria crawling through me and out of me. I have something growing in my throat. My stomach growls and pulls as it is stripped of everything bad and everything good. My left eye twitches knowingly. I crawl into the occasional ball as my body tenses up in preparation of nothing. I have momentary build ups behind my face that for just a second feel like they will burst out, relieving the pressure, but result in nothing but half a tear easily wiped without a notice.

I am ill now, that is the mode I am in. James Darling is closed for business for he is ill.

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