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I found myself following in Lowe’s footsteps and emptying my stomach in the nightclub’s bathroom, which totally sucked ass. The room reeked of piss, and s**t, and an accumulation of other guys’ puke. Awesome.
After I was done, I stumbled into the kitchen to wash my hands. The cook had been gone for hours since they closed the kitchen at midnight. The quiet gave me a moment to breathe in some fresh air and digest everything that had just happened and everything I’d learned.
But s**t. She was real. She was real. She was really f*****g real.
And pregnant. And Christ, had she really gone through something similar to what Tristy had gone through? The way she’d turned sheet white told me yes, but I was still in complete denial over that part, so I chose to ignore it for the time bein
