so Edith spent the night in my bed again.

We had a long battle about it, and I persevered for quite some time, but in the end, she wore me down.

When she finally joined me, she blew a series of loud raspberries directly into my face, coating me with a fine mist of saliva, and then began to dance.

She feels much better today; I’m a zombie.

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