Lunchtime came both as a relief and a new terror, simultaneously. Arthur was torn between wanting that thing out of his sight as soon as possible, and fear of what it might do while he was gone. He'd considered taking it with him to lunch, but he didn't know how he would explain it to anyone who might see it. Besides, the thought of carrying the
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Also, I wonder if you chose "Arthur" for a reason. He's sort of reminiscent of Arthur Dent in the manner that things seem to happen to him and he's clearly out of his depth, but trying to react rationally. I suppose that'd be true of most people in this situation, but there's something about the mannerisms which just reminds me.
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The only thing I'm not following so far, is a trivial matter. I fail to see how coughing up a black thing cured Arthur of his illness from the night before. He was sick as a dog the night before, but fine the next day? A bit of a continuity issue there is all.
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