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Sick

Yanking the door open, I stumbled to the corner of the room. With each step the tingling feeling in my stomach increased. I kept swallowing, and my throat kept clenching, but no matter what I could not stop the warm feeling rising through my chest.

Then I felt it at the back of my throat. I buckled over. A warm, clouded, cream coloured liquid spilled from my mouth, and sizzled as it splashed into the toilet bowl.

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