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“Damn it, Suri!” I said, grumbling just before I hurled another time. All of this felt awful. That word doesn’t even fully comprehend exactly how awful everything is, but it’s the closest one I can think of. After what seemed like too much time on the floor hugging the toilet bowl and puking my guts out, I finally felt like I could break myself free from it. When I got up, I stared at myself in the mirror and grimaced at the sight of me. Quickly, I no longer felt as pretty as I did when I was getting ready. My hair was sticking out in weird directions, my mascara was a bit smudged, and a bit of my own residue had dropped on parts of my shirt. Fuuuuuck. I looked like s h i t and felt like it, too. All because I fell into temptation with the devil’s kiss. The urge to cry was gett