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L is still resting, gathering his strength, pondering everything he now knows and how it ties into his own situation. He's sitting on the sofa, now, staring down at his toes as he wiggles them against each other.
His information about the illness may have doubled in the past 12 hours, but it hasn't done a thing for his pain, nor has it stopped the green discharge that occasionally drains from his ears and nose, and down the back of his throat.
He nestles into his blanket and sighs.
There's another knock at the door, and he answers it with, "You might as well come in."
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His information about the illness may have doubled in the past 12 hours, but it hasn't done a thing for his pain, nor has it stopped the green discharge that occasionally drains from his ears and nose, and down the back of his throat.
He nestles into his blanket and sighs.
There's another knock at the door, and he answers it with, "You might as well come in."
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