“It’s not you, it’s me!” Zaire shouted, but that was a mistake as he felt it all come up. He swallowed back the first wave of bile, shuddering at the bitter-sour taste that coated his mouth. He took another step forward. He really, really needed to get outside. “I’m not good enough for—“ and then it all came up and Zaire couldn’t stop, bending over and retching onto the dance floor.
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