‘My head’ Yan complained.
‘Sleep.’ Yin suggested.
‘I’m gong for a drink’ Yan's head was spinning, his vision closed in as he almost blacked out. Holding his head he stood and walked towards the rain bucket. As Yan reached down for water his head flushed with colour.
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