At around 1 am on the Winter Solstice, I woke up and was unable to move or feel anything. I heard a voice down the hall, calling "Mommy! Daddy!" in that strained sort of "I just threw up all over my covers" way, then a fit of coughing. After several minutes, as I began to regain feeling, I heard talking from the kitchen in perfectly normal tones of
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