Sick Letters

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Dear Froakie, 

Isn't your flu better yet? You've been in bed for weeks now. 

From, 

Hawlucha 


Dear Hawlucha, 

What are you talking about? It's only been two days, idiot. 

From, 

Froakie 


Froakie, 

Only? 

Hawlucha 


Hawlucha, 

Aw, do you miss me? 

From, 

Froakie 


Dear Froakie, 

Don't flatter yourself. 

From, 

Hawlucha


Dear Hawlucha, 

I heard about your little scheme today. I must admit you have guts, standing up to Nurse Joy like that and trying to fake an illness so she'd let you in. 

So what's your motivation? Trying to catch a glimpse of me looking green and puking every five minutes? Finally realizing how vital I am to the team? Hoping to get infected so you have an excuse to take a break from the twenty-four hour a day training regime you seem to follow? 

Well, not happening. I've told Nurse Joy to only let a select few people in here, and sorry, but you just don't make the cut. 

Hang in there. I should be out in a few days. 

From, 

Froakie. 

P.S. Thank you for the oran berries. How did you know they were my favorite? 


Dear Froakie, 

No problem. You mentioned once that they were your favorite. 

From, 

Hawlucha

P.S. I just wanted to visit. It's been rather quiet around here. 


Dear Hawlucha, 

You'd rather be arguing with me than actually enjoying some peace and quiet for once? 

Well, to each his own, I suppose. All right, I'll be out in five days, I promise. 

From, 

Froakie 


Dear Froakie, 

I have more oran berries. 

From, 

Hawlucha 


Dear Hawlucha, 

Make that three. 

Froakie

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