The curse— RP

Alana gasped with horror. "No! She's not dying, is she?" With no reply, she reached out and touched Clover. "There. I hope she'll be better now." Alana looked pale and weak. "I'm going to go sit down."
(Sorry, I have to go. May be on later, though.)
(ok.) Clover opened her eyes and sat up, feeling better.
 

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