I have the Boy's plague. He's not even in Brighton for me to go and say "AAAAAARGH CONFOUND YOU AND YOUR PLAGUE GIVING." Damn his (pretty) eyes.
Serves me right, though, for throwing my caution to the wind and rushing off to see him despite listening to him coughing down the phone, saying "Yeah... I'm still quite ill, but I'm better enough to see
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