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A: Where is he?

M: Your father went to campus for a little while. He had some work to get done. Feeling any better?

A: No. Um, I thought it was all the stuff with my dad that was tying me up in knots. Now I think I have the actual flu. Yay.

M: It's my powerhouse potion. All herbal.I make a big pot at the first sign of anything. Trust me, it works wonders. I don't think Byron knows we have those pages. So if you want, I can take them--

A: No, don't worry. I hid them.