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Good…Even though we’ve established that you have a high fever, I’m still going to check your temperature. [From a small kit, he pulls out a thermometer.  It’s one of the older models filled with mercury.]  Now I’m going to need you to open your mouth.

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】— « Father, there’s no need… » Giorno grumbles, looking at him with a rather puzzled expression, still all curled up in the sheets.

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