Chapter 18 Lunch 2.0

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On my two days off, I saw Emily in Paris. Iloved it. It's just fun and light. It would be great to do a job thatentertains you from start to finish. Is it Sunday, and you have work? Itdoesn't matter because it's a fabulous event where you look all diva, and theycompensate you. Ah! The envy. 

I spent the two days trying to sing in my brain, «♫Bonsoir, enchantée, your hands on my face, Embrasse-moi, mon soleil, say you'd die for me, baby♫

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I spent the two days trying to sing in my brain, «♫Bonsoir, enchantée, your hands on my face, Embrasse-moi, mon soleil, say you'd die for me, baby♫ .».

I think not so much inside me because my mother saw me as if the fever had killed all the good neurons that I had left

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I think not so much inside me because my mother saw me as if the fever had killed all the good neurons that I had left. But you know what lightened my mood? The day I arrived from the consultation with Dr. Cristina Yang and the nurse version of Trunchbull, I had a text message from Alan! He said;

Alan:_ 12.45 am

«I found out that you are sick. Have a speedy recovery.»

I understand that it's only politics. However, I must admit that I saved Alan's phone number the day after the «no coffee.». I admit it feels good that someone besides your mother cares about you. In my imagination, I can exaggerate his concern and interest in that simple message. I am delighted that he cares about me and has not forgotten that he owes me lunch.

Sky is the ultimate antidote and, in this case, the perfect medicine. He accompanies me in bed, watching Emily and snacking on the treats my mother tossed in with my medications, still in the pharmacy bag.

Running my hand through his fur relaxes me as much as it does him.

Today, it's time to work. I look half beaten by the virus that is no longer in my body, but it leaves havoc. Pale skin and dark circles are more noticeable than usual and I even have a thinner face. I put on comfortable clothes to help me face the day; baggy, soft, black pants, and a sweater. I love that color, even if it's a jumpsuit and a flannel. If it's dark, you look more presentable than in other fancy clothes of a different color.

 If it's dark, you look more presentable than in other fancy clothes of a different color

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