“After making us sick, GARS mixed some of us with all kinds of critters.”

“Horses are cool,” the child wheezed.

“I wish my boyfriend thought that.”

He coughed and choked. “What am I becoming?”

She held his weak hand. “We don’t all get to join the zoo, Hon.”

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