"Sneeze..." The chef sneezed, apologized and went back.

"Pay the bill..." Ronald greeted the waiter with a smile.

"A sneeze...total...a sneeze...", the waitress also started to sneeze.

"Hey, be careful not to catch a cold..." Ronald also helped the other person and warned the waitress.

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Sure enough, the victory or defeat of the deputy commander's debate had little impact on the approval rate. After the smear attack on Dukakis riding a tank, George Sr.'s approval rate has already taken the lead, surpassing Dukakis by more than 3%.

This time the vice-general debate is over, and the gap in the new polls has not narrowed. As we approach the general election, the old George team is very happy to get such support.

"Ah sneeze... ah sneeze... don't come here. I seem to have a bad flu recently. It would be bad if I infect you... I'm fine. The butler service here takes good care of me. I eat on time."

Medicine, I can ask them to deliver whatever I want..."

Ronald was lying miserably alone in his home on Fifth Avenue, with more than half of a box of tissues already used. It was Donna on the phone. She was supposed to have dinner with him, but she had to cancel.

"Why didn't Douglas get the flu? You were the only one who got it? Didn't he go to have Chinese food with you?" Donna seemed a little dissatisfied that little Doug and I didn't get the flu with her.

"I'm fine. The housekeeper found me a doctor in the building. After checking, I'm fine. It's just a common flu. It will take a week to recover. Unfortunately, I have to rest and the editing work will be delayed. By the way, don't tell Aunt Karen...

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"I understand, are you really okay? Don't you need me to accompany you?"
Chapter completed!