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The coughing shook me harder and I kept spitting up confetti for about four or five minutes before I ran dry.

The fit stopped shortly after, and I sank to hands and knees, exhausted.

I didn’t want to move.

I knew I had to.

And then, suddenly, I couldn’t.

The stiffness I thought was cold had permeated me, and now my joints wouldn’t respond.

A breeze picked up and I felt—or rather, I heard it rustle through my fur.

That’s not right.

I heard my hide flapping as the wind went past.

The wind started pushing me back. It wasn’t blowing that hard, was it?

My arms and legs scraped across the ground as I drifted across the sidewalk.