Hold Cough: Drops Buy

"That'll be four-fifty," the cashier said, not looking up from her phone.

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. hold cough drops buy

Arthur popped a drop into his mouth immediately. The cooling menthol was instant heaven. "Thank you," he managed to croak, finally finding a bit of peace in the quiet hum of the night. "That'll be four-fifty," the cashier said, not looking

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. His throat gave a rebellious, jagged twitch

Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet."