Trifextra: Week Sixty-Seven

Ugh … the stench made me retch.  The infectious disease ward was not as clean as it should have been.

I offered the man on bed some water and he gasped for breath.

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A woof woof from Tommy. He knew his master had been bitten by a raccoon.

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