Ever since the flu shot, eleven-year-old Declan Raine couldn't stop sniffling.
It wasn't a cold. There was no fever. No sneezing. Just an endless, clear, watery drip from his left nostril.
"I think it's leaking from my brain," he said once at the dinner table.
His mother rolled her eyes and handed him another tissue.
But the truth was, she'd started to worry too.
By day five, Declan had soake ...
It wasn't a cold. There was no fever. No sneezing. Just an endless, clear, watery drip from his left nostril.
"I think it's leaking from my brain," he said once at the dinner table.
His mother rolled her eyes and handed him another tissue.
But the truth was, she'd started to worry too.
By day five, Declan had soake ...
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