Anne: I have a fever.
Me: The real kind, or the cowbell kind?
Anne: The 100.2 degree kind.
Me: That sucks. Is there anything I can do for you?
Anne: I don't think so.
Me: . . . can I get you some cowbell, just in case?
Anne: . . . I'm going back to bed.
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