Pot comes bouncing out of his room this morning, clapping his hands and humming to the music that is constantly playing in his head.
"Feeling better this morning Pot?"
"Yup! Feeling better!"
"So you're ready to go to school now?"
"Cough, cough, wheeze, wheeze, cough."
"Oh so you're not better?"
(Miserable, sick little voice) "No, I have a cold."
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