Most people laughed when Rosary Nodular sneezed three, four, five times in a row. "Allergy season, huh?" they'd chuckle, their voices light, unaware of the horror laced in each expulsion. But Rosary wasn't laughing anymore. By the twelfth sneeze, she forgot her cat's name. By the fifteenth, she couldn't remember where she lived. And by the twentieth - she wasn't sure who she was at all.
It began ...
It began ...
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