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“Of course! I might go on another trip before school starts up again. I’ll tell you if I do.” Robin smiled at his friend. “I’m glad you like it. I got the other boys the same thing. Well, I mailed Flick’s to him, but I have Berli’s and Al’s.”

“They sound fun to go to, bring me along next time.” He said as he got the box from Robin. Phil opens it and sees a bracelet with his name in Greek on it. “Wow Robin, this is so cool, thanks mate.” He puts it on his right wrist and shoves the empty box in his pocket.

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“I said that?”

“For reinforcing that I am undeniably the best dressed person in this room.”

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“I love you, too. So what’ve you been up to?”

“Those sound helpful. Thanks babe, I love you very much.”

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...I hope you’ll at least rest a while before you do that.

Then I will get back up and try again

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“Don’t bother. I got you. Just put some ice on it. And before you go to sleep, gargle with warm water mixed with salt.”

“I wonder how to get rid of it, I’ll probably look it up.”

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“Babe, I’m sure it’s not just cause you missed a night of brushing. Sometimes I miss a night in LA because I’m too tired from those horrible days, but I haven’t gotten a swollen taste bud because of it.

“No, I woke up, went to the bathroom, and see this little swollen thing on my mouth. Maybe I forgot to brush my teeth last night, oh shoot!” Anela gasped. “I’ve always brush twice a day, maybe that day I forgot.”

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“Then I told him to bugger off because I’ll be living my dream while he gets stuck in this hellhole for years and years. With the amount of backpacking I’ve done. I don’t need him to tell me where’s what in the world.”

“That’s very deep.”

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Yes, but that doesn’t mean you should just keep pushing yourself. What if one day you collapse because you pushed yourself too much? Then what?

I’m not going to uncancer myself any time soon. But fine I’ll sit.

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“That is bothersome.” Stitch frowned. “Did you eat or drink something too hot or spicy? Or ate something you didn’t know you’re slightly allergic to?”

“A swollen taste bud, I don’t know how it got there but it hurts.”

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“What is?

“This is so bothersome!”

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“Okay, whatever it was, I didn’t do it. I’ve been prank free for a week...for now.”

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“So you’re saying it’s like that with every story ever written?”

“John Green isn’t that advanced, actually. If you look at the main principal, every tale is a revisited version of the previous, and not to mention the only viable differences are the names and places.”

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I don’t believe you should “get used to it.” Now sit.

I have one functional lung. I have to get used to it

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Well, sit down anyways. I don’t want to walk away, look back, and find you on the floor.

I’m fine, honestly. Just a dizzy spell. Not enough oxygen in the brain. 

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“I wouldn’t say wise, but I mean. It’s for an art project. The teacher didn’t say anything about spray painting being against the rules. And it’s not like I’m spray painting walls.”

“I—…is th-that wise?”

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“Um...for what?”

“—aye, bebé… gracias.”

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“Wait...music shop? Where?”

“Did you hear the great news?! A new music shop opened down the road and it’s right next to my favourite cafe! This is heaven! It’s real!”