See part 1 for details, etc.
John leapt out of his chair. "No, it's most citrus." He dropped to his knees beside Rodney's chair. "Tell me you brought one of those pen-things with you."
Two, actually, as he always carried. Rodney heard the words, but he could only manage a nod of response. He tried to prime the Epi-Pen he'd pulled out of his
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