I didn't think I'd ever get the chill off last night. Damn goblins and their damn open-air inns. Damn Z. and pushing me off the damn dock. At least she's suffering, too. I can't seem to stop ((there are inkblots and a mark as if the pen was suddenly jerked to the left)) sneezing. Throat's sore. Need some tea, but I can't be bothered getting
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