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Chapter 10-3
Wheat sagged in his embrace. “Thank you.” “Don’t be silly.” He stroked Wheat’s back and rested his cheek against Wheat’s, surreptitiously checking for warmth. Oh thank God. His cheek was cool. Although he would need to shave soon. “I have some antibiotics in the bag.” “That thing really is a bottomless sack.” “Wouldn’t that be awesome?” “What’s in your bugout bag?” “Do you know, I’ve got no idea? You’re not allergic to amoxicillin, are you?” “No, the only thing I’m allergic to is bigotry and racism.” “Good.” Laurie got up and dug through the pharmacy bag. He came up with a bottle of the antibiotic. “Here. Take two of these to start with.” He shook out a couple of tablets onto Wheat’s open palm. “I wish Rod had put a thermometer in here. I’m just going by how your skin feels.” “I do
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