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Sighing as he felt you place the cool washcloth on his head, Satoru finally stopped whining about being unbearably hot. He hated getting sickโ€”it rarely happened, and when it did it wasnโ€™t that bad, but he still didnโ€™t like it. He had a little pout on his lips as he laid there, sniffling and slightly groaning from the pounding in his head.
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