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Stop the presses; it's official. Rae didn't like being sick. Not one bit. Her throat hurt and she felt achy all over- not at all like her usual self.
Wrapped in a satin dressing-gown (a cream color that flattered in all the right ways) that she had found in her closet, she made her way downstairs and over to the couch by the fireplace, where she lounged. There was just something romantic about a roaring fire when it was chilly outside. Combined with the feeling of satin against her skin, it was perfect.
Or would be, were she not still feeling sick. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away on its own.
(Tiny fragile plottag: IMDB Flu)
Wrapped in a satin dressing-gown (a cream color that flattered in all the right ways) that she had found in her closet, she made her way downstairs and over to the couch by the fireplace, where she lounged. There was just something romantic about a roaring fire when it was chilly outside. Combined with the feeling of satin against her skin, it was perfect.
Or would be, were she not still feeling sick. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away on its own.
(Tiny fragile plottag: IMDB Flu)