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Chapter 13: Headache from Hades 6:10 P.M. 38279 Category Street Apartment J-O2 Francine Foxxe was suffering from a migraine and I needed to check up on her. The poor woman had a history of migraines, which caused her to randomly vomit and become flushed with hot and cold flashes. Sometimes she would become self-dehydrated from them because she wouldn’t drink enough liquids. And other times she claimed she was dying from the pain. I knew Francine was dramatic in all aspects of her life, but not when she had her migraines. When she cried with pain between her temples, she honestly did have pain. And when she leaned over a toilet and spewed up golden bile, there was no acting involved. Her migraines were evil, uncomfortable in her life, and something she would have gladly given away at n