Ellie has the flu. I'm making a pallet out of couch cushions so I can sleep on her floor because she hasn't got the sense God gave a goose about throwing up. She'll drown! She'll lay on her back and do it, then lay there and panic instead of rolling over. I live in terror of her aspirating it, and our bedroom is just too far from hers. I'm afraid I wouldn't hear her. So I'm camping in.
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