My stomach churned at the same time nervous tears threatened to well up in my eyes.
The white number on my dashboard clicked to 3:55. It wasn't going to be classy or snot-less, and I'd probably sound like a wheezing baboon. And exactly like my puking, it was going to be nasty. Nasty, projectile vomiting straight out of a horror movie.Īnd if that wasn’t bad enough, immediately after throwing up all over the dashboard of my twelve-year-old Ford Focus, I was going to burst into tears. Foreboding.Īnd it wasn't going to be a pretty puke like when you're a baby and even farting can be considered cute. That an infinite amount of gratitude still wouldn’tĪmanda, Grace, and Dell-thank you for putting up with me through this. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Thank you for your support of the authors rights. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property.
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