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Joon is sick. He has fever in the head and the runny nose. He likes to go to the school, but he today is not a possibility of going to the school. He has to go to the hospital. (I think they mean doctor, when they say hospital!)

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  1. That's so fun!! Love it! Glad you're doing better. Saw Felix' pics...wow, so jealous! So beautiful! Love ya, Laura

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