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- You can't come in, you mustn't get what I have.
- Climax
- Just a few minutes after when I was about to open the door of Schatz's room to see how he was, I heard his voice from the other side. He was refusing to let anyone como into the room.
- ...About what time do you think I'm going to die?
- Falling action
- Do you think it will do any good?
- I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him. He looked awful, so I took his temperature, but there was something else happening. He was evidently holding tight onto himself about something.
- You have something like a hundred. You should take your medicine.
- Of course it will
- Oh yes, I am. At the school in France boys told me you can't live with forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred.
- What was that question? People don't die with a fever of one hundred.So he had been waiting to die all day, ever sinse the morning. Poor little Schatz, he was confuse.It only took a common explanation tp see his face relaxed slowly. The hold over himself relaxed too, finally, and the next day everything was right once again.
- Really? I am not going to die.
- Resolution
- What? You aren't going to die.
- You poor Schatz. It's like miles and kilometers. You aren't going to die. That's a different thermometer.
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