"Erin?" Chrissa poked me in the side. "Whats up with you? You didn't want to paint for 8:00 a.m. routine this morning, and now you won't eat PIZZA?!"
I frowned. "I just.. I don't feel well, Chrissa.."
Chrissa jumped up. "Then lets get you upstairs! I'll get you a hot water bottle for your feet!" She was already rushing up the stairs by the time I got the energy to call out to her to come back.
Ugh.
I hate life.
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