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The cashier looked at his pale face and the desperate way he was gripping the bag. She sighed, pulled a five-dollar bill from her own pocket, and swiped it through the register.

He had been nursing this scratchy irritation since his morning meeting, but by 9:00 PM, it had evolved into a full-blown cactus-swallowing sensation. He grabbed the bag—the last one on the shelf—and shuffled toward the checkout. hold cough drops buy

Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet." The cashier looked at his pale face and

"Just on," he whispered to his own ragged throat. "Almost there." He grabbed the bag—the last one on the

"Consider it a 'get well soon' gift," she said, sliding the receipt toward him. "Just make sure you actually the next bag yourself."

He froze, clutching the bag. He looked at the cashier, then at the exit, then back at the cough drops. His throat gave a rebellious, jagged twitch. He couldn't leave without them, but he couldn't pay. "Sir?" the cashier prompted, finally looking up.