***Sofia***
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...December 2001...
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I wake up with Mateo's arms wrapped around my waist, holding my body against his chest. I try my best to get comfortable as I toss onto my side but my stomach starts churning. The taste of bile fills my mouth and I quietly roll out of Mateo's arms, running straight for the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
"Sofia?" Mateo's sleepy voice calls out. I can hear him shuffle out of bed as I spit out the last of the bile. "You okay?"
"I'm fine!" I call back, grabbing a tooth brush and cleaning the taste out of my mouth. "I think the tacos we had last night didn't agree with my stomach."
He laughs as he approaches the bathroom, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. "They were good tacos though," he gri
