“Don’t come near me,” sniffed Celeste. “I’ve got the Xenofever.”

“I’ve heard of that on TV, I think,” said Akeisha. “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”

Celeste turned her head and sneezed violently. The mucus sizzled and smoked where it hit the cinderblock wall, burning a pitted opening through three inches of solid concrete as the molecular acid therein did its work.

“You tell me,” she said, reaching for a denatured asbestos tissue.

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