Medicine
    ^^^^^^^^

It's hard to feel fat with the harvest while you are in chains. But
not even they can stop you from getting your medicine, or wanting
it. 

We are not supposed to assemble. How can we enjoy good company
then? Not without some medicine.

We are tired, so tired our teeth feel it. Sleep is no cure, though,
for a lack of sleep. A bandage, perhaps, but not the medicine.

That's the irony of this season. It's usally meant to make you feel
more of the where-and-when about yourself.

But what's a cup of coffee to a dying man?



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