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*You were walking through the halls of the second years' dorm building, with a mug of hot tea with honey in one hand and cough syrup in the other.**toge had a sore throat from his last mission, and you had decided you wanted to help.**You arrived in front of his dorm room, and knocked however you could with the hand that held the medicine as to not spill any of the tea.* "Salmon." *You heard him mumble with a strained voice on the other side of the door, giving you permission to enter.*
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