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[shecalledmefred]

At a booth sits a blanket.

In the blanket sits a man.

At the foot of the blanket man, a puppy chews on a ball. Meanwhile, the blanket man (me) sips lemon tea and hopes heavenly nurse doesn't notice he's missing.

[ petit tag: paul varjak ]

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[royal_guarantor]

"You look as if you should be with a healer", observes the young not-quite-wizard at a nearby table.

[shecalledmefred]

Sniff "'s just a cold."

[royal_guarantor]

"A serious one, I'd say."

[shecalledmefred]

"There's no such thing as a 'serious cold.'"