In Ten Years, However

At 7:00 Warren George woke up and sneezed for ten minutes. In the bathroom, he splashed water on his face until his eyes stopped tearing. He then proceeded to empty his sinuses. Three minutes later, as he looked at himself in the mirror and thought all was well, he began to choke and spit in the sink.

It was 7:25 when Warren popped the cap off the first pill bottle. He filled the paper cup to the brim with each handful: levocetirizine, diphenhydramine, odansetron, oxymetazoline, naproxen.

Sable, Warren's young bride, sighed and smiled to herself at his cute morning routine.

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