littlearcadia

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littlearcadia

PREVIEW
          
          "You wake up to the sound of muffled retching. 
          
          "It's something you haven't heard in a long time, but it still gets you to your feet despite the haze of too little sleep bogging you down. 
          
          "'Travis?' You call. It's not like you've forgotten who you let crash on your couch; he's the only one who could reasonably be making noise this early. You nearly trip over the rug as you find the doorway by touch, blind in the darkness."
          
          END PREVIEW.