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In Denver Mark threw up in her hair while we were driving down the highway with the cruise control set on seventy-five. She sat in the passenger seat with his lunch dripping down her forehead and the sides of her face. She shuddered and her breath was rapid and short. We pulled over and she threw up into the brown Denver side-of-the-road dirt

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[anonymous]

I. Love. This. As odd as it sounds, this piece is really what I wish romantic films would be.

-Alicia