X caves to my sick-day demands for a meat injection.
I'm running a low fever—nothing awful, just psychogenic shit from a week of overexertion and not-so-great sleep. My body had an agenda of its own, though, and wanted a meat injection. Something something Vitamin D and Paracetamod.
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