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101.9 degrees Fahrenheit. Crap. I'm sick.
"I'm going to make an appointment with your doctor today so we can test for the stomach flu, okay?" Mama said.
"Okay," I mumbled. I knew the stomach flu testing was going to be painful dang it.

At the hospital
The results were in. And sure enough, I had the freaking stomach flu. WONDERFUL. JUST WONDERFUL. How am I going to catch up in school?? I really do hate crying in public, but I couldn't help it. Tears started to run down my face before a whole waterfall cascaded down my face. I buried my face into mama's chest.
"Shh shh, it'll be okay, honey," mama reassured me.
But it won't, it never does. A voice lied.

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