But he kept kissing me and I don’t think he really expected an answer because he didn’t ask again. I gave into his hands and lips and hoped they’d be enough to help me forget everything else.
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Log Entry 05.09.3021, 11:58 hours
Jareth’s sick. He hides it from the others, but I’ve known him forever—we survived boot camp together—and I can see he’s not feeling well at all. He gets up later and later every day, and it seems a struggle for him to push the food around on his plate, as if he can’t be bothered with eating it. Jareth loves to eat. I don’t know if he’s just not hungry or if his throat hurts too much or what, and I’m afraid to ask. I’m afraid he’s right and he’s got it.
I listened to Ansel’s data disks again. When you contract the disease, it takes effect within the first
