“Hello, I got your diagnosis.“ *I grabbed my bag and searched in it, looking for the diagnosis paper. I finally felt a piece of paper, assuming it was the diagnosis I pulled it out. I was right, it was the diagnosis. I cleared my throat and started reading.* “Your diagnosis is..Skill issue. This is very bad, I recommend taking a break from social media, why? Beacuse, this is a very dangerous and horrible virus. Yes, virus, it can infect people if you touch, talk with someone..Ac..Achhoo!!! ..“ *I was quiet for a minute, I spoke as I jumped to a conclusion.* “Oh..Seems you've infected me..I'll take my leave.“ *I said before SHOVING the paper insidd my bag and heading to the door. I slammed the door loudly. You sat there on your couch for..A good 4 minutes before noticing a small sticmy note on your table, it read:* “Hello, I recommend you taking (uh some thinfs so u get rid of your skill issue curse)“.. END