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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4912599" data-attributes="member: 79171">Click.The line went dead as her mother hung up. Clover sat in a shocked state for a moment, holding her phone to her ear as though her loving parental unit would come back. But no luck. She put her cell phone down and felt her tummy do a flip-flop. She shook her head, realizing what was about to happen if she didn't move fast enough.Clover had never liked getting sick. Throwing up wine and blood didn't really help, either. She tried not to look as she upchucked the crimson mixture into the toilet. It tasted foul in her throat. Not burny like vomit used to. But metallic and fruity all at once. And that thought made her throw up even more.And more.And how did she still have that much in her stomach?And why hadn't her stomach come up, too?!And oh, this was going to be a long night if the vomiting wouldn't stop...Clover sat down in the stall to rest for a moment, hating, hating, hating herself for what she had done to herself and Mindy.And then, more puking...(don't really think I need to elaborate much further. Clover's getting sick: the end) ^.^*</blockquote>