Your head spinning you stand up and look glassy-eyed at the boy. Your condition is not good and the boy sees you wobbling and clutching the table for support.
"Mr. Sheeter.....?" the boys says.
You hold up your hand to stop him and suddenly beyond a shadow of a doubt, you know you are going to throw up. You rush from the table in search of the bathroom as you feel the surge beginning from inside you.
You crash through the bathroom door and throw open one of the stalls as last night finally catches up with you.
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