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john:do you have any tissue, eveline? i've used all mine.

eveline:here. are you all right?

john: thanks. i'm all right. it's just my nose. it must be an allergy....do you have any aspirin? i have a terrible headache.

eveline: i don't have an aspirin. perhaps you should go to a doctor.

john : no, no. i'm okay. it's the weather. it was warm and sunny this morning, and now it's chilly and raining.

eveline: really, john. i still think you should go to a doctor.

you've been sneezing ever since you entered the office this morning.

why don't you take this afternoon off? if you don't want to see a doctor, at least you can go home and have a good rest.

john: i can't. i'm already behind schedule. besides, you know mr.

thomas. he would think that i was putting him on.

eveline: you didn't do anything but sneeze this morning, and you can't do anything this afternoon like this. (she places her hand on

john's forehead.)gee! you've got a fever!

john: do i ? ...oh, no.

eveline: listen to me. you go home now. i'll call my doctor and have him go over, ok?

john: what about mr. thomas?

eveline: i'll handle him. now go home. i'll call you after work.

john: thanks a lot, eveline. good-bye.