Prickly
I hate fevers. They make everything surreal.
And the heat builds up under my hair, next to my scalp. It feels prickly, and all my little fly-aways and wispies stand away from my head.
And the heat builds up under my hair, next to my scalp. It feels prickly, and all my little fly-aways and wispies stand away from my head.
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