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Fiore
In the early hours before dawn, I am sick. I wake up with my stomach in a tumult, vomit rising in the back of my throat before I even open my eyes. Plastering my hands over my mouth and running to the bathroom, I barely make it to the toilet before I retch up all the waffles from last night. I kneel before the toilet, tears streaming down my face, and silently gag for twenty minutes.
Afterward, I feel headachy and lightheaded, so I just sit by the toilet for a long while. It’s cold on the floor. I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing, not since Monster stripped me of it earlier. All I have is the collar, and that won’t keep me warm. I pull a towel off the counter, sitting on it.
I’m not sure what made me sick. I’m usually not sensitive to anything. It must have been the waffles,
