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My stoh at how silly he was on pain eable, he began to make a littlewhen he was through

"Go ahead and lay back; you shouldn’t sit up so straight," I said, urging hiht be dizzy for a while

"I’ as I stretched et some sleep?"

"I slept on the plane"

"You did not, you never sleep on planes," he corrected

Caught, I smiled ruefully

"I’ Are you super sore?’

"A little, yeah," he admitted

"And the rib?" I asked

"Rib?"

"You cracked a rib, and a bunch more are bruised," I said

"I did?"