I suppose we should... [He pushes his chair back, getting to his feet, and blinks as the world abruptly sways sideways and goes, at the edges, sparkly and black.
Oh, dear. So he hasn't quite shaken the illness he'd been starting to feel yesterday after all, he thinks, and tries to subtly lean on one hand on the edge of the table while he waits for the vertigo to pass.]
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Oh, dear. So he hasn't quite shaken the illness he'd been starting to feel yesterday after all, he thinks, and tries to subtly lean on one hand on the edge of the table while he waits for the vertigo to pass.]