Even in the sealed confinement of her room, Tina sneezed and sneezed. She could not stop.
It hardly seemed fair. All these tears and she wasn’t even sad. At least the sound of the others playing on the swing outside helped her write some of the most furious poetry in her collection.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 3rd of August, 2021
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