Literature
Of Puppies and Plates
"Aww, geez," Zack groaned as he covered his nose with one hand for what must have been the fiftieth time that morning. "I think I'm gonn- ah… Achoo! Guh… Sneeze again." He sniffled and wiped his nose with the tissue Angeal handed him, tossing it into the trash to join its ten friends who had already been used that day. Once he was sure he wasn't going to be attacked by another sneeze for the moment, he picked his dust rag up off of the floor and began cleaning the shelf in front of him again, being sure to hold his breath when he raised up another dust cloud. "Remind me how I got roped into this 'spring cleaning' thing again, An