I already feel like doing it again, honey

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You’re pulling my leg? Already?

The light kaleidoscope and the cacophony of music brought the vomit back up to the back of my throat.

The Zipper called as I choked back the remnants of stale beer.

I swallowed hard and wiped a chunk of hotdog from my chin.

Let’s go!