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Kisses from the Vomit

"Are you alright?" Ian asked, his voice laced with concern and I nodded faintly. He was holding my stringy hair as I was spewing behind the bushes.

"Here." Clark offered me a bottle of water. I snatched it from him and narrowed my eyes. He should have been the one puking behind the bush, not me. I washed my face and tried to clean the vomit with water. My nose scrunched up in disgust at the gooey mess.

"Do you feel better?"

"Lighter," I replied to Ian and he handed me a towel. I wiped my face and exhaled loudly. "My mouth still tastes like vomit, ugh. Brownie, would you like to kiss me now?"

"What?" Clark asked as he looked up from his phone.

"Come here, Brownie. Kiss me sexy ass," I said playfully and took a few steps towards him. He looked horrified and Ian laughed. "Come on, delicious Brownie. Don't be shy."

"Ew, Georgia. You just . . . " he trailed off as I went after him.

"I didn't know you were capable of saying 'ew.'" I chased him around until I came across a few sweet stalls.

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