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ㅤ not good, should detox.
ㅤ ( visible concern shines through, furrowing eyebrows. the deliverer’s walking over - tea and tums in hands, he sighs. )
ㅤ shouldn’t go to work either, incase it’s contagious.
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ㅤ —Oh! Right, I was... Kiddin', yeah...
( Face goes red *immediately, shoulder shrinking in embarrassment. Even then, he glances at Sam out of the corner of his eye. )
I—dunno, think I might've eaten something I shouldn't have.