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« on: January 03, 2014, 09:20:34 AM »
Trak nodded, rubbing her watering eyes. She decided to partake in one of the herbal remedies, slugging down a thick, bitter liquid that smelled like sweaty feet wrapped in leather and tasted like coffee grounds, tree bark, and dirt. Right now, with the scratchy throat, sneezing, coughing, and watery eyes, anything was worth trying.
Runaway coughed, sneezed, rubbed his snotty nose, blinked a few times with runny, red, burning eyes, and rubbed his sore neck. Wrapped in towels and smelling of soap, the Alakazam shivered, sniffled, and whimpered.