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But he doesn’t budge. He just keeps my hair well away from my face, and once I’m done, I become aware of his hand rubbing down my back, too. Soothing. Comforting.

The smell of vomit burns my nostrils, so I try to stand. About halfway up, the world whirls and dissolves and flips on its head, and I’m...

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