He stumbled into our room at 4am complaining of his "belly feeling weird." Soon after GI distress took over. No school for him. Amazingly, he recovered by noon. Never had a fever. What's up with that? Grateful he was back to his old self so quickly + crossing our fingers (translation: saying some prayers) that none of the rest of us contracted "The Ick."
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