Treatment I feel sick I lie in bed it has just come on. My parents will be reading books, I groan. Shall I put up with it until it has gone? I lean over the bed and look at the round throne. I open my mouth and make a squelch sound Nothing happens; I take off my pyjama top It does feel as the room... Sign in to see full entry.
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