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"Yous have to puke it upwards," said Cee. "You accept to get down there and puke it up. I mean downward by where you lot can feel it, yous know?" She gestured earnestly at her chest. She had this old-fashioned cotton nightgown on, lace collar brilliant nether the bathroom lights. Above the neckband, her skin looked gray. Cee had bones like a bird. She was then cute. She was completely beautiful and fucked. I mean everybody at camp was sort of a mess, we were even supposed to be that manner, at a hard stage, merely Cee took it to some other level. Herding us into the bath at night and asking us to puke. "Information technology'southward right hither," she said, tapping the nightgown over her hollow chest. "Where you've got less fretfulness in your esophagus. It's like wired into the side, into the muscle. You have to puke really hard to become it." "Did you ever get it out?" asked Max. She was sitting on i of the sinks. She'd believe annihilation. Cee nodded, solemn as a counselor. "Two years ago. They caught me and gave me a new one. Simply it was beautiful while information technology was gone. I'm telling you it was the all-time." "Like how?" I said. Cee stretched out her arms. "Like elation. Similar everything. Everything all at once. You're raw, just a big raw nerve." "That doesn't sound so slap-up," said Elle. "I know," said Cee, non annoyed only really like-minded, turning things around. That was one of her talents. "It sounds stupid," she nodded, "but that's because it'due south something nosotros tin't imagine. We don't have the tools. Our bodies don't know how to calculate what we're missing. You can't know till you get there. And at the aforementioned time, it's where you came from. It's where you started." She raised her toothbrush. "So. Who'south with me?" • • • Definitely not me. God, Cee. You were such an idiot. • • • Patently, a girl named Puss had told her about the bug. And Cee, being Cee, was totally open to learning new things from a person who called herself Puss. Puss had puked out her own bug and was living on the streets. I guess she'd run abroad from camp, I don't really know. She was six feet alpine, Cee said, with long scarlet pilus. The hair was dyed, which was weird, considering if you're living on the streets, do you intendance about stuff like that? This kind of thing can continue me awake at dark. I prevarication in bed, or rather I sit in the living room because Pete hates me tossing and turning, and I leave the room nighttime and open all the curtains, and I spotter the lights of the city and think almost this daughter Puss getting ruby hair dye at the grocery store and doing her hair in the bathroom at the railroad train station. Did she put newspapers down? And what if somebody came in and saw her? Anyway, eventually Cee met Puss in the park, and Puss was clearly downwardly-and-out and a hooker, but she looked absurd and friendly, and Cee sat down beside her on the swings. • • • "You accept to puke it up." • • • We'd but been at camp for about half-dozen weeks. It seemed like a long time, long enough to know everybody. Everything felt stretched out at camp, the days and the nights, and notwithstanding in the finish information technology was over then fast, every bit soon as you could blink. Camp was on its own calendar—a special time of life. That was Jodi'southward phrase. She was our favorite counselor. She was greasy and enthusiastic, with a skinny fiddling ponytail, simply a year or 2 older than the seniors. Army camp is then special! The matter with Jodi was, she believed every word she said. It made it really hard to make fun of her. That night, the nighttime in the bathroom, she was asleep down the hall underneath her Mother Effigy, which was a little blimp dog with Florida on its chest. • • • "Come on!" said Cee. And she stuck her toothbrush down her throat, just similar that. I call back Max screamed. Cee didn't start puking right away. She had to requite herself a few actually practiced shoves with that toothbrush, while people said "Oh my God" and backed away and clutched one another and stared. Somebody said "Are you nuts?" Somebody else said something else, I might take said something, I don't know, everything was so white and bright in that moment, mirrors and fluorescent lights and Cee in that goddamn Victorian nightgown jabbing away with her toothbrush and sort of gagging. Every time I looked up I could see all of u.s.a. in the mirror. Then information technology came. A splatter of puke all over the sink. Cee leaned over and braced herself. Blam. Elle said, "Oh my God, that is disgusting." Cee gasped. She was merely getting started. • • • Elle was next. All of a sudden she spun around with her hands over her mouth and let get in the sink right next to Cee. Splat. I started laughing, but I already felt sort of dizzy and sick myself, and besides scared, considering I didn't want to throw up. Cee looked up from her own sink and nodded at Elle, encouraging her. She looked completely bizarre, her broad cheekbones, her big crown of natural hair, sort of a retro supermodel with a glistening mouth, her eyes total of excitement. I think she even said "Adept task, Elle!" So she went to it with the toothbrush again. "We accept to stop her!" said Katie, taking accuse. "Max, go get Jodi!" Just Max didn't make it. She jumped downward from the 3rd sink, only when she got halfway to the door she turned around and ran back to the sink and puked. Meanwhile Katie was dragging Cee abroad from the sink and trying to get the toothbrush, but likewise non wanting to touch it, and she kept going "Ew ew ew" and "Help me, you guys," and information technology was all so hilarious I sank downward on the flooring, absolutely crying with laughter. Five or vi other girls, too. We just sort of looked at each other and screamed. It was mayhem. Katie dragged Cee into ane of the stalls, I don't know why. And so Katie started groaning and permit get of Cee and staggered into the stall abreast her, and sploosh, in that location she went. • • • Bugs. Information technology'southward such a army camp rumor. Military camp is full of stories like that. People say the ice cream makes yous sterile, the bathrooms are full of hidden cameras, there's fanged, flesh-eating kids in the lake, if you break into the office yous can call your parents. Lots of kids break into the role. Information technology'southward the well-nigh common camp offense. I never tried information technology, considering I'm not stupid—of course you lot can't call your parents. How would you fifty-fifty get their number? And bugs—the idea of a problems planted under your skin, to runway you or feed you drugs—that's another dumb story. Except it's not, because I saw one. The smell in the bathroom was terrible now—an animal aroma, hot; it thrashed around and it had fur. I knew I was going to be sick. I crawled to the closest place—the stall where Cee knelt—and grabbed hold of the toilet seat. Cee moved aside for me. Would you believe she was still hanging onto her toothbrush? I call up nosotros both threw up a couple of times. Then she made this awful sound, beyond anything, her whole torso taut and straining, and something flew into the toilet with a splash. I looked at her and there was claret all over her chin. I said, "Jesus, Cee." I thought she was dying. She sat in that location coughing and shaking, her eyes full of tears and triumph. She was on height of the earth. "Look!" she breathed. And I looked, and at that place in the bowl, half-hidden by puke and blood, lay an object fabricated of metallic. It really looked like a bug. Sharp blood-smeared legs. "Shit!" I said. I flushed the toilet. "Now you," said Cee, wiping her mouth on the back of her wrist. "I can't." "Tisha. Come up on." Cee, I couldn't, I really couldn't. I could be sick—in fact I felt sicker than ever—only I couldn't do it that hard. I remember the look in your optics; yous were so disappointed. You leaned and spat some blood into the toilet. I whispered: "Don't tell anyone. Non even the other girls." "Why non? We should all—" "No. Simply trust me." I was already scared, so scared. I couldn't acquit the idea of camp without you. • • • We barely slept that dark. We had to take showers and clean the bathroom. Max cried the whole fourth dimension, but for at to the lowest degree part of the night, I was laughing. Me and Katie flinging disinfectant pulverisation everywhere. Katie was cool, always in sweatpants, didn't give a shit about anything. "You know your friend is a headcase, right?" she said. Information technology was the showtime fourth dimension everyone'd called Cee my friend. We got out the mop and lathered upwards the floor. Everyone slipped and swore at us, coming out of the showers. Cee went skidding by in a towel. "Whee!" she shrieked. • • • You cannot feel your bug. I've pressed and so hard on my chest. I know. "I could feel it," said Cee. "After they put it dorsum in." It wasn't exactly a concrete thing. She couldn't trace the shape of the bug inside her, but she could feel information technology working. "Bug juice," she said, making a sour face. She could feel problems juice seeping into her torso. Every time she was going to be angry or agape, there'd be this warmth in her breast, a feeling of calm spreading deep within. "I but noticed it afterward I'd had the bug out for a couple of weeks." "How did your parents know you needed a new one?" "I didn't need one." "How did they know it was gone?" "Well, I kind of had this fit. I got mad at them and started throwing nutrient." Nosotros were sitting on my bed, under my Mother Figure, a lamp with a blue shade. The blue lite brought out the stains on Cee's Victorian nightgown. We were both painting our toenails Cherry Pinkish, balancing the smoothen on my Life Skills textbook, taking turns with the castor. "You should do it," Cee said. "I experience better. I'one thousand and so much better." I idea how in a minute we'd have to study for our Life Skills quiz. I didn't think there was issues juice in my torso. I couldn't experience anything. "I'm so much better," Cee said over again. Her hand was shaking. • • • Oh, Cee. • • • The weird thing is, I started writing this subsequently Max came to visit me, and I thought I was going to write near Max. But and then I started writing in your book. Why? This book you left me, your Female parent Effigy. You lot practically threw it at me: "Take it!" It was the worst affair you could do, to take somebody else'southward Parent Effigy, especially the mom. Or maybe information technology was only u.s. girls who cared then much about the moms. Maybe for the boys it was the dads. But anyway, taking one was the worst; you could basically expect the other kids to kill y'all. A child got put in the hospital that fashion at a different campsite—the i on the e side—but we all knew about it at our army camp. They strung him upwards with electric wires. Whenever nosotros told the story we concluded by maxim what we would accept done to that kid, and information technology was always much worse. But you threw this volume at me, Cee, and what could I do? Jodi and Duncan were trying to grab your arms, and the ambulance was waiting for you downstairs. I caught the book awfully, crumpling it. I looked at it later on, and information technology was nearly half full of your writing. I retrieve they're poems. dank smells clandestine want to become back no pill for it i demand you I don't know, are they poems? If they are, I don't recall they're very good. A nap could be a door an abandoned auto. Does that even hateful anything? Eat my teeth. I know them all by heart. I picked up this book when Max left. I wrote: "Yous have to puke it up." All suddenly I was writing about yous. Surprising myself. I simply kept going. Remembering campsite, the weird sort of humid excitement at that place, the deli louder than the sea. The shops—recollect the shops? Lulu'due south was the best. We'd relieve up our allowance to go at that place. Down in the basement y'all could become used stuff for cheap. You got your leather jacket at that place. I got these cerise shoes with flowers on the toes. I loved those shoes so much! I wonder where they went? I wore them to every mixer, I was wearing them when I met Pete, probably with my white apparel—some other Lulu's purchase I don't have now. It was summertime, and the mixer had an isle theme. The counselors had constructed this sort of deck overlooking the lake. God, they were so proud of information technology. They gave us greenish drinks with lilliputian umbrellas in them and played lazy, sighing music, and anybody danced, and Pete saw a falling star, and we were holding easily, and you were gone forever and I forgot you. • • • I forgot you. Forgetting isn't then incorrect. It'southward a Life Skill. • • • I don't remember what my parents looked like. A Parent Figure cannot exist a photograph. It has to be a more neutral object. Information technology's supposed to stand in for someone, but non too much. When we got to camp we were all supposed to bring our Parent Figures to dinner the offset night. Anybody squeezed in at the cafeteria tables, trying to find space beside their dinner trays for their Figures, those calendars and catcher'southward mitts and scarves. I felt and then stupid because my Female parent Figure was a lamp and at that place was no place to plug information technology in. My Father Effigy is a plaque that says Always exist yourself. Jodi came by, as the counselors were all going effectually "meeting the Parents," and she said, "Wow, Tisha, that's a good 1." • • • I don't fifty-fifty know if I picked it out. • • • "We want you to accept a fabulous fourth dimension at camp!" Jodi cried. She was standing at the front with the other counselors: Paige and Veronica and Duncan—who we'd later call "Hunky Duncan"—and Eric and Carla and the others. Of class they'd chosen Jodi to speak. Jodi was so perky. She told us that we were outset a special relationship with our Parent Figures. Information technology was very of import not to fixate. We shouldn't fixate on the Parent Figures, and we definitely shouldn't fixate on the counselors. My stupid lamp. Information technology was and so fucking blueish. Why would you bring something bluish? "The nearly of import people in your life are the other campers!" Jodi burbled. "These are the people you lot'll know for the rest of your life! At present, I want yous to turn to the person adjacent to you and say, Hi, Neighbor!" • • • Hi, Neighbor! And later on, in the forest, Cee sang to the sky: Fuck you, Neighbor! • • • Camp was special. We were told that it was special. At camp y'all connected with people and with nature. There was no personal tech. That freaked a lot of people out at first. We were told that later nosotros'd all exist able to become online again, just we'd exist adults, and our relationships would be in place, and nosotros would have learned our Life Skills, and nosotros'd be ready. But now was special: Now was the fourth dimension of friends and of the globe. Cee raised her paw: "What about earthquakes?" "What?" said Veronica, who taught The Natural Earth. Veronica was from an older grouping of counselors; she had gray hair and leathery peel from taking kids on nature hikes and she was always stretching to show that you could be flexible when you were old. "What about earthquakes?" Cee asked. "What about fires? Those are natural. What about hurricanes?" Veronica smiled at usa with her awesome white teeth, considering you could have crawly white teeth when you were old, information technology was all a matter of taking care of yourself with the right Life Skills. "What an interesting question, Celia!" We were told that all of our questions were interesting. In that location's no such thing as a stupid question! The important matter was always to participate. Nosotros were told to participate in classes and hikes and shopping sprees and mixers. In History we learned that there used to be prejudice, only now there wasn't: Information technology didn't matter where you came from or who you loved, just join in! That'southward why even the queer girls had to go to the mixers; yous could take your girlfriend, but you lot had to go. Katie used to go in a tie and Elle would vesture flowers. They rolled their optics but they went anyway and danced and information technology was fun. Camp was so fun. Cee raised her hand: "Why is information technology a compliment to tell somebody it doesn't matter who they are?" We were told to discover a hobby. There were a million choices and we tried them all: sports and crafts and art and music. In that location was so much to do. Every mean solar day at that place was some kind of program and then there were chores and then we had to written report for class. No wonder nosotros forgot stuff. We were told that forgetting was natural. Forgetting helped us survive, Jodi told us in Life Skills grade, tears in her eyes. She cried every bit easily equally Max. She was more than like a child sister than a advisor. Everybody wanted Jodi to exist okay. "You'll e'er exist reminded," she said in her hoarse, heroic voice. "Yous'll always have your Parent Figures. It'southward okay to exist sad! But remember, yous have each other now. It's the nigh special bond in the world." Cee raised her hand: "What if we don't want us?" Cee raised her hand, but of course she raised her hand. She was Cee. She was Cee, she'd always been Cee, exercise you see what I mean? I mean she was like that correct from the mean solar day we arrived; she was brash, messy Cee before the dark in the bathroom, before she supposedly puked out her issues. I couldn't see whatsoever difference. I could not see whatsoever departure. And so of course I had second thoughts. I wished so bad I hadn't flushed the toilet. What if at that place wasn't anything in it? What if somebody'd dropped a piece of jewelry in there, some necklace or brooch and I idea it was a bug? That could take happened. Campsite was then fun. Shaving my legs for the mixer. Wearing carmine shoes. Nosotros were all so lucky. Military camp was the all-time matter ever. Every Kid at Army camp! That was the government slogan: ECAC. Cee used to brand this gag face whenever she said information technology. ECAC. Ick. Sick. • • • She took me into the wood. Information technology was a mixer. Everybody else was crowded effectually the picnic tables. The lake was apartment and scummy and the sun was simply going down, clouds of biting insects gold in the haze. "Come on," Cee said, "permit'southward get out of here." We walked over the sodden sand into the weeds. A couple of the counselors watched us go: I saw Hunky Duncan wait at us with his binoculars, but because nosotros were merely two girls they didn't care. Information technology merely mattered if y'all left the mixer with a boy. So yous had to stop at the Cocky-Care Correspond condoms and an injection, considering becoming a parent is a serious decision! Duncan lowered his binoculars, and we stepped across the rocks and into the trees. "This is cool!" Cee whispered. I didn't really call back it was cool—it was weird and sticky in there, and sort of dark, and the weeds kept tickling my legs—but I went farther considering of Cee. Information technology'southward hard to explicate this matter she had: She was like an outcome just about to happen and you didn't want to miss it. I didn't want to, anyhow. It was so dark we had to hold hands after a while. Cee walked in front end of me, pushing branches out of the way, making loud crackling sounds, sometimes kicking to break through the bushes. Her laugh sounded shut, like we were trapped in the basement at Lulu'due south. That's what it was similar, similar being trapped in this amazing place where everything was magically one-half-price. I was so excited and and so horrified because suddenly I had to take a dump, there was no way I could hold information technology in. "Wait a sec," I told Cee, likewise embarrassed to even tell her to get away. I crouched down and went and wiped myself on the leaves, and I'chiliad sure Cee knew what was upwards but she took my hand again correct afterward I was done. She took my disgusting hand. I felt similar I wanted to dice, and at the same fourth dimension, I was floating. We kept going until nosotros stumbled into a immigration in the woods. Stars above the states in a perfect circle. "Woo-hooooo!" Cee hollered. "Fuck yous, Neighbor!" She gave the stars the finger. The silhouette of her paw stood out confronting the vivid. I gave the stars the finger, also. I was this shitty, disgusting kid with a lamp and a plaque for parents but I was in that location with Cee and the fourth dimension was exactly at present. It was like in that location was a beautiful starry place nosotros'd never become into— didn't deserve to get into—but at the aforementioned time we were amend than any effulgence. 2 sick girls underneath the stars. Fuck you, Neighbor! It felt so great. If I could get anywhere I'd desire to go there. • • • The counselors came for us subsequently a while. A circle of them with big flashlights, talking in handsets. Jodi told u.s. they'd been looking everywhere for united states of america. "We were pretty worried nigh you girls!" For the first time I didn't feel sorry for her; I felt like I wanted to boot her in the shins. Shit, I forgot about that until right now. I forget so much. I'one thousand similar a sieve. Sometimes I tell Pete I think I'm going senile. Like premature senile dementia. Last calendar month I suggested we go to Clearview for our next vacation and he said, "Tish, you hate Clearview, don't yous remember?" It'due south truthful, I hated Clearview: The embankment was okay, but at night at that place was nothing to practise but drink. So we're going to go to the Palace Suites instead. At least yous can hazard at that place. Cee, I wonder near you nevertheless, and then much—I wonder what happened to you lot and where yous are. I wonder if you've ever tried to notice me. It wouldn't be difficult. If you linked to the register you'd know our graduating class ended up in Food Services. I'1000 in charge of inventory for a chain of grocery stores, Pete drives delivery, Katie stocks the shelves. The year before us, the graduates of our army camp went into the army; the twelvemonth afterward us they also went into the army; the year later that they went into communications technologies; the year after that I stopped paying attending. I stopped wondering what life would have been like if I'd graduated in a different year. We're okay. Me and Pete—nosotros make information technology work, you know? He'due south sad because I don't want to have kids, but he hasn't brought information technology upward for a couple of years. We practise the usual stuff, hobbies and vacations. Work. Pete's into gardening. Once a week nosotros accept dinner with some of the gang. Nosotros keep our Parent Figures on the hall tabular array, like anybody else. Sometimes I call back most how if you'd graduated with us, you'd be doing some kind of chore in Food Services too. That's weird, right? • • • But you didn't graduate with the states. I guess you never graduated at all. • • • I've looked for y'all on the buses and in the streets. Wondering if I'd suddenly see yous. God, I'd jump off the bus so quick, I wouldn't even expect for information technology to end moving. I wouldn't care if I cruel in the gutter. I remember your tense face, your nervous expect, when you found out that we were going to take a check-upwardly. "I can't take a check-up," you said. "Why not?" I asked. "Considering," y'all said, "because they'll see my bug is gone." And I but—I don't know. I felt sort of embarrassed for you. I'd convinced myself the whole bug thing was a fault, a hallucination. I looked downwardly at my book, and when I looked upwards you lot were standing in the same identify, with an alert expect on your confront, as if you were listening. You looked at me and said: "I have to run." It was the stupidest affair I'd always heard. The whole camp was monitored practically up to the moon. There was no way to get outside. But you tried. Y'all left my room, and you lot went straight out your window and bankrupt your ankle. A calendar week later on, yous were dorsum. Yous were on crutches and you looked . . . wrecked. Destroyed. Somebody'd cut your pilus, shaved it close to the scalp. Your eyes stood out, huge and shining. "They put in a bug in me," you whispered. And I just knew. I knew what you were going to do. • • • Max came to run across me a few days agone. I've felt sick ever since. Max is the same, hunched and timid; you'd know her if you saw her. She saturday in my living room and I gave her coffee and lemon cookies and she took 1 bite of a cookie and started crying. Cee, we miss y'all, we really do. Max told me she's pregnant. I said congratulations. I knew she and Evan accept been wanting i for a while. She covered her optics with her hands—she notwithstanding bites her nails, i of them was haemorrhage—and she merely cried. "Hey, Max," I said, "information technology's okay." I figured she was extra-emotional from hormones or whatever, or maybe she was thinking what a short time she'd have with her kid, now that kids start camp at eight years old. "It's okay," I told her, even though I'd never take kids—I couldn't stand it. They say it'southward easier on the kids, going to army camp earlier. We—me and you and Max—we were the tail stop of Generation Teen. Max'south kid will belong to Generation Eight. Information technology's supposed to be a happier generation, but I'm guessing it will be sort of like us. Like the states, the kids of Generation Viii will be told they're distressing, that they need their parents and that's why they take Parent Figures, and then that they can always be reminded of what they've lost, so that they can think they need what they have now. I sat across the coffee tabular array from Max, and she was crying and I wasn't hugging her because I don't really hug people anymore, not even Pete really, I'm sort of mean that mode, information technology'south only how I turned out, and Max said "Practise you recollect that night in the bathroom with Cee?" Exercise I call back? Her eyes were all bloated. She hiccupped. "I can't end thinking well-nigh it. I'm scared." She said she had to send a study to her md every twenty-four hours on her phone. How was she feeling, had she vomited? Her morning sickness wasn't too bad, but she'd thrown upwards twice, and both times she had to go in for a check-upwards. "And then?" I said. "Then—they always put you to slumber, y'all know . . ." "Yeah." I just said "Yeah." Just sat there in front end of her and said "Aye." Like I was a rock. After a while I could tell she was feeling uncertain, then she felt stupid. She picked up her stuff and blew her nose and went abode. She left the tissues on the table, one of them spotted with claret from her bitten smash. I haven't really been sleeping since she left. I hateful, I've always had trouble sleeping, merely at present it's a lot worse, peculiarly since I started writing in your book. I just feel sick, Cee, I feel really sick. All those cheque-ups, then regular, anybody gets them, but you're definitely supposed to get in if you're feeling nauseous, if you've vomited, it might be a superflu! The globe is full of viruses, good health is everybody'due south concern! And aye, they put you to sleep every fourth dimension. Yeah. "They put a bug in me," you said. Campsite was so fun. Jodi came to us, wringing her hands. "Cee has been having some bug, and it's upwardly to all of us to wait after her, girls! Campers stick together!" Only we didn't stick together, did we? I woke upward and y'all were shouting in the hall, and I ran out there and y'all were hopping on your proficient foot, your toothbrush in one hand, your Mother Effigy notebook in the other, and I knew exactly what they'd caught yous doing. How did they take hold of you? Were there really cameras in the bath? Jodi'd called Duncan, and that was how I knew how bad information technology was: Hunky Duncan in the girls' hallway, just outside the bath, wearing white shorts and a seriously pissed-off expression. He and Jodi were grabbing you and yous were fighting them off. "Tisha," chosen Jodi, "it'due south okay, Cee's just sick, she'southward going to the infirmary." You threw the notebook. "Take it!" you snarled. Those were your concluding words. Your last words to me. I never saw you lot again except in dreams. Yeah, I meet you in dreams. I come across you in your white lacy nightgown. Cee, I feel sick. At dark I feel so sick, I walk around in circles. There's waves of sickness and waves of something else, something that calms me, something that's trying to brand the sickness go away. Up and downwardly it goes, and I'm just in it, simply trying to stand information technology, and and so I sleep over again, and I dream you're beside me, we're leaning over the toilet, and down at the very bottom there's something like a clump of copse and two tiny girls are continuing there giving us the finger. It's not where I came from, but it'southward where I started. I remember of how bright it was in the bathroom that nighttime, how some kind of loss swept through all of us, electrical, and you'd started it, you'd started it by yourself, and nosotros were with you in that hilarious and total rage of loss. Let's lose it. Let's lose everything. Camp wasn't fun. Camp was a fucking factory. I become out to the factory on Fridays to check my lists over java with Elle. The bus passes shattered buildings, stick people rooting effectually in the garbage. Three out of five graduating classes bring together the army. Give me the serenity to take the things I cannot change! How did I fifty-fifty become here? I'd ask my mom if she wasn't a fucking lamp. Cee, I experience sick. I should just grab my keys, get some coin, and run to Max'south house, nosotros should both be sick, everybody should lose information technology together. I shouldn't have told you lot not to tell the others. We all should take gone together. My fault. I dream I observe you and Puss in a bath in the train station. There's blood everywhere, and you laugh and tell me it'due south hair dye. Cee, it's so bright it makes me ill. I have to go now. It's got to come out.

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