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Conversation in my mind
Little Srah: Cough cough cough hack HACK HACK! Moooan...
The Governor: (raps cane on the floor) Come now. See here, girl. What's that I hear?
Another Miscellaneous Character: Oi finks it's the croup, guv'nor. Li'l srah won't be wif us come Christmas, oi dare say.
The Governor: Oh well. (peers disdainfully through pince nez) She was always too small and weakly to be of any good to us in the poorhouse, and too young to be selling herself on the streets. Best she goes now, really. One less mouth to feed.
In other words, I think I'm coming down with something.
srah - Monday, 11 August 2003 - 11:38 PM
Tags: conversation, health, hypochondria, imagination, readers' choice
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