So, the illustrated short story is getting put on hold again. I caught a pretty bad stomach flu and was asleep until 4 today. Instead, here's a little free-write.
I'm sick and I'm tired. My friend's sick and tired, too.
My stomach feels like it's ripping it in half. His whole life feels like it's ripped in half.
I just wish I could leave my body right now. He wishes he could leave town right now.
Everything I eat keeps coming back up. Everything he did keeps coming back up.
I wish everything would just go back to normal.
My friend wishes it would, too.
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