5:00 a.m. The air is still. A stomach rumbles and roils, and a man leaps out of bed.
"Noooo! Don't throw up!"
A dark dash across an unfamiliar room. The lights are thrown, and there, under the glare - of a prematurely awakened papa - a criminal is caught in the act.
"The bitch set me up," she woofs. But the truth is that retchers are creatures of heaving habit - same bat place, same bat time.
The truth will set you free.
O.
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September 12, 2007
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1 comments:
Uh oh. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble! Did you eat something bad? (Although I must say that I laughed at this post)
Sparky
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