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I opened my mouth to let out a yelp of fright, and the fog slipped inside. The thick air slid down my throat and once again dispersed inside of my body. I slapped my hand over my mouth and my eyes bulged. There wasn’t anything physically different about the feel of that thing back inside of me, but I still had a sensation of hurling; anything to dispel that thing out of me. The urge to hurl got so bad that I jumped off the bed and raced over to my wastebasket. I clung to the sides and hung my head over the mouth, waiting for some horrible bile to rise up out of my throat.
After a few minutes my stomach and thoughts calmed down, and I figured nothing was going to come up. I leaned back and put my hands behind me with the palms on the floor. My mind rewound and replayed the meetin
