Sick.
Again.
Throat is killing me.
All I want is for you to be here right now.
-on the phone-
: you get off at 9 tomorrow right? How far is the school?
: yup. Why?
: no reason.
: tell me
: because I just wanna know.
: promise?
: Thomas Jefferson? Oh okay.
......you little lying bitch.
Head is pounding. I feel a fever coming on.
PO
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