So, after needing to reboot my brain, a process that takes about a year and a half, we come back to chapter 5 of this POS. Zoey, the little shit, is complaining about climbing the bluffs looking for her psychic grandma. She’s not feeling well due to the disintegrating tissue in her lungs, and describes it thusly.
I was dizzy and my stomach had
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