Driving a vomit encrusted car, I drank my morning coffee. My work clothes were nicely pressed and the blacks of my shoes were shined.
Images of the night before Crept into my head. My lover in agonizing pain, vomitting down the I-5 at 65 miles per hour.
However, the time for reminiscing was over. It was time for work.
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