My little nephew slept in the bathroom last night--kept the toilet within easy reach. He had been drifting in and out most of the day, sick and weak on the couch. I knew what that felt like, that long wait for the vomit to percolate. That's a long few hours, that churning, the chills, the uncomfortable nervous leg twitching you do to distract
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Oh, I'm back. More on that too...
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