Annette was laying on her bed, sprawled on her back. It was early, too early to have to listen to her mother.
"Are you still sick?" She asked in an almost gentle tone.
"Yes, mom. It's this stomach thing. Very contagious. Be glad I didn't come home." Annette replied weakly.
"Hmm. Who were you around that had it, not some boy I hope. And what is the
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