He has a fever. And a slight cough. So he lays, pathetic, on the couch.
He beckons to me to come closer and whispers, "I'm dying...I'm trying to hang on, though."
As I stifle my laughter he continues to explain, "When you're super, super sick...you die."
I tried, to no avail, to explain that he is not "super, super sick".
We've agreed to disagree.
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I've searched the post for clues, but I give up. Is it Curtis or Ian who is dying?
Oh, just saw the label. Poor Curtis.... I will miss that little fella.
Curtis will fit in well with the stigma that when a man gets sick, he thinks he is dying. He's already got it down!
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