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37.5°C

This near-irresistible urge to grab the pipe cleaner and shove it down my throat. Anything to get rid of that itch way down there at the junction of my lungs.

38.2°C

Half-consciously salivating all over the bed. Every breath is a sigh.

38.5°C

They're calling from the other side, but I'm not coming. Yet.

39.1°C

I've thought about that for like half an hour now, and I'm sure. Faced with the choice over staying and leaving, I would leave now. No regrets.

But they're not calling anymore.

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