Asking for leave
This is an insane request for leave. Today is the second day. The lowest temperature is 38.2℃. I vomit whatever I eat. I can only eat fruit and drink rice soup. I vomit if I touch a little bit of oil. Every joint in my body feels like Damn, someone took a crowbar and put it inside to pry. By the way, let me play the big drum in your head. I was a person who could walk an 80-pound Samoyed for more than an hour with a penetrating ankle injury and a broken calf. Now I can't even get out of bed. I'm really screaming in pain. , grass
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