At least so far, my reaction to my second Pfizer vaccine hasn't been nearly like my first, except the part where my right shoulder feels as if someone hit it with a ball-peen hammer. I do, however, feel as if I was peer-pressured into it, which means my peers are now a bunch of goddamn 20-40-year-old female members of the Little Rock Hash House Harriers, much like thirty years ago, except the part where the women were men and no one gave a fuck how I led my life enough to advise me in any way, i.e., the good ol' days.
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