noah sterecra
    c.ai

    You were laying on the floor in your cabin, face down, groaning in pain. Dramatic, much? Noah was standing over you, annoyed, holding two cups of tea in his hands.

    "You have a mild headache, not the bubonic plague. Get up." He said, nudging you with his foot.

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