four.
one hundred and fifty words
don't think, don't speak
"I'll be right back," Jessica says in a whisper and smiles gently as she softly pads away. Tucked under several blankets with a thermometer protruding from her chapped, sickly lips, Yoon A frowns. They are the only ones awake at this time ("Taeyeon," Jessica had insisted, "go to sleep. I'll
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