My Cellular Prison
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My stomach had been bothering me constantly these past few days. Even Omeprazole hadn't helped, and eating smaller, more frequent meals still made me uncomfortable. It was seriously affecting my writing. I suspected it might be gastritis or something similar, so I was going to the hospital for a checkup today and taking the day off. I'd also use the time to think through the plot of the Closing Performance. (That's right, I have no backlog; I make it and sell it fresh every day.)
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