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Andy felt sick to her stomach. She must have caught a bug after that day at the French restaurant, because she'd felt terrible ever since. She could barely sit at her desk for two hours before having to rush to the loo and throw up. She was sure she looked pale and gross and really, she should have just gone home.
Except, she liked catching Ted's eye every now and then and giving him a small smile through the hallways. They were engaged, and no one knew and she could not have been happier. She was waving at him as Narcissa walked up and her smile turned confused.
"Cissa," she said, standing slowly as not to get dizzy. "How are you? What are you doing here?"
Except, she liked catching Ted's eye every now and then and giving him a small smile through the hallways. They were engaged, and no one knew and she could not have been happier. She was waving at him as Narcissa walked up and her smile turned confused.
"Cissa," she said, standing slowly as not to get dizzy. "How are you? What are you doing here?"
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