“A lot of cold and flu products there, William. Feeling under the weather?” Mabel. She’s everywhere. “Uh—no, ma’am.” “Then why do you need all this cold medicine, hmm?” says Harriet, lifting her brows to her hairline. “Are you planning to make drugs with them?” I frown at the single box of Tylenol Cold + Flu Severe. “I think you’re thinking of the medicine that contains pseudoephedrine.” Her eyes narrow on me, down to my tattoos and back up to my face. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”
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