The Last Gentleman
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Yesterday, Little Afatty had a high fever of 39°C. We ran to the hospital that evening, so she barely slept. Fortunately, it wasn't COVID-19—just a fever caused by suppurative tonsillitis. She was listless today, and with the Nightmare Plan reaching a crucial stage, I spent half the day without managing to write more than a few words. I'm taking the day off to rest and get myself back on track, while also working out the important dream-entry scenes.
I'm taking today off, so I won't be taking Sunday off. I hope all my readers can understand. I really don't want to serve you something I forced myself to write and ask you to judge it.
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