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He could still hear the screaming.  The sound had clawed its way through his brain, lodging bits of itself in various parts, much like her nails had into his arm.  But it was over now.  They were over now.  He would never have to listen to that rattling cough again, would never be woken up to hacking another morning.  There was no more worry about his food or clothes being contaminated just because she could not stop herself from coughing.  He could deal with the echoes of her scream, for he knew that in time it would pass into mere memory.  But he could not have dealt with another day of that infernal racket. George turned away from the fi

Yesterday, I kicked you in The knee you had just Replaced. Sorry, But it was early And you did wake me Up.