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Asprin

“Ah, okay. ” He walked out the door. This one was much more gullible than whatshisface. Doctor Lomen. Right. I walked over to him.

“Aww, my poor baby,” I said, rubbing his head like a mother would.

“Owwww…” was all he could groan.

“I’ll be back with some asprin.”

“Thanks,” he said as I slipped out of the hospital room. Only I knew what I had planned, and only I would carry it out. I couldn’t tell Shade, because he’d want to help, and I can’t allow that. He’s in no condition to. Asprin. Right. First that. Then the plan carrying outness. I reach into the medicine cabinet.

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