Achoo, Achoo

Achoo, Achoo Miracle Man 9/7/2024 I rise each morning chomping at the bit, because allergies are giving me a near fit. As I blow, and I sneeze, I breathe with a wheeze, I’m glad it’s nothing that I can transmit.
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September 7, 2024 at 11:21 AM
Hello tom Wright, As for myself, I use nose spray all year round. Because i can not breathe. Blessings my friend. /Darlene/
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