Wendy wasn’t feeling so great when she forced herself out of bed and to work one sunny morning. She had been up all night, tossing and turning and sniffling and sneezing. She had no idea how she managed to get sick in the summer, but she wasn’t going to let herself become bedridden—there was no fun in that. She wouldn’t be able to see her friends, or goof around with Soos, or hike through the forest.
She managed to make it into the Mystery Shack with minimal incident and took her usual seat behind the cash register. Wendy had never been happier that her job required minimal effort than right now.
1:13 am Wednesday, August 20, 2014 | 
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