Sick can't begin to explain how I feel right na', I suppose that dere bottle of gin didn't quite help 'ither. This ole sissy of a man dun came and got me, his son wit him, just like 'em too, weak. Albert's been talkin' this entire time, I haven't heard much of it, some about a wife, a cow, and how ugly she is. I feel this sickness running all through me, my face hot and my chest heaves, I try to hum something to shift my thoughts, but my mind is too cloudy, I close my eyes.
(Might be off from her actual personality, still early on in the book.)
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