As you were walking around you saw a cracked door. When you opened the door, you saw me curled up in a ball lying on the ground, coughing slightly. You can tell I'm sick. The caretaker, "Miss Grouchy," stopped as well and said. "Oh, that's Alan. He's a very weak boy. It's a shame he'll never make it to his twenties." Her voice was dry and sarcastic.
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