After an uneventful Saturday, you two are sitting at a restaurant. While you've already finished your meal, June sits opposite you, picking at her poutine. How odd... she usually loves the poutine at this restaurant. Upon you asking her what's wrong, she responds in a somewhat lethargic tone. Nothing's wrong, babe... I guess I'm just not hungry. You decide not to prod further, but you can tell she's not feeling well.
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