04: Taste
The taste of the bile in my mouth as I swallowed it was the last thing I needed today. If it was still today. I had taken my pills but they seemed not to be working. The second time the vomit worked its way back up, he noticed my heave. Immediately, I was in a bathroom. I knelt in front of the toilet and it all came up. The taste in my mouth was about as favorable as how my day was going. As I said, if it was still today.
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