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Last Night I heard some dreaded words come out of Jedd's mouth: “Ugh. I think I'm getting sick.” No, no, no. He works with big sharp tools for his woodworking, and I suddenly had visions of him impaling himself with a chisel after a particularly violent sneeze. Or nearly as bad, Jedd having to miss a show that a friend of his is playing in Winooski. There's something kind of
