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lemsip and more tissues

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“Promise me you’ll come back,” he said plaintively. Robin paused, surveying Cormoran with a fond eye.

Men accustomed to ignoring any hint of weakness in their bodies take it very hard when their body will not be ignored, and he was no exception. The late-summer cold had hit him with a vengeance, and he was feverish, headache-y, congested, and absolutely miserable.

“Of course I will,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m just nipping out for Lemsip and some more tissues. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“Alright,” he sighed, mouth tucked into a pout.

Robin, hiding her smile, slipped out.