25: Taste
I tasted the normal morning breath. Then bile crawled up my throat and into my mouth. I cried when it came out and Luke had just barely gotten me outside to spew. That taste was unpleasant but he multi – tasked. He helped me rinse my mouth out while speaking to an ambulance on the phone. I didn't understand why I was throwing up. I didn't understand how. There was nothing in me.
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