In the bad flu years there were those who walked about as if they were children playing chicken with a train, all high on the increased adrenaline, all addicted and making up a million plausible and intelligent 'reasons' why their approach wasn't dumb. They were risk addicts.
The flu came upon the wintry wind. There is a cavalier attitude among those who have not suffered it, yet a soberance with those who have been laid low by its icy claws.
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