T: How are you?
K: Excellent; recovering. And that is just slightly glorious.
T: I'm glad you're feeling better. Seems like you're sick most of the time.
K: Children are germ farms.
T: I believe you.
K: They get it from all the other kids at school, combine it, and take it home. My consolation is that I will soon be immortal.
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