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You're Special To Me

Two days later, Avril had caught a fever and was bedridden once again. Dakar kept running around the island, getting herbs with medicinal properties and brewing them up for her to drink. They were very bitter and he had to drop a plate of roast chicken by the bowl of medicine before Avril would agree to drink it all. 

“This is no use. The chicken tastes bitter’’ she would complain while eating it.

“Should I stop giving you chicken then? Because my chickens are reducing everyday and they're not laying eggs yet, Avril” he would say with gritted teeth.

“No. Don't stop. Don't worry, they'll start laying eggs again. I even wish I could eat some omelette. It's been awhile” 

“When you are done eating, you should rest a bit. Because I'll be back in an hour to dress your wound” 

Dressing her wound was World War III. She

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