Failing Moon
Then, finally, the muscle relaxer took effect, and he passed back out.
Downstairs Josey was wiping her eyes, saying, “I’m going to lose my job. Emily’s going to be so disappointed in me.”
Mara shook her head, “No, you’re not. It wasn’t your fault, and if anyone’s to blame, he is.”
She pointed at Linux, and he started to argue, “Oh no, don’t blame me for this. He should have known better than to let it get this bad before taking the, um, his medication.”
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