>>18216422>"UUURrrrkk.....!"In times of extreme suffering and trauma, some of the folks Andi's known in her life had talked about going away to their "happy place" to cope with it. Andi doesn't see how she could do that now, because she doesn't have enough gas in her truck to get more than a hundred and fifty miles or so out of town, and the happiest places she can think of are further away than that, and all her cash is in the bank, and besides that it wouldn't help her get the taste out of her mouth anyway. So that's no good.
She slowly chews over the tacky, sulphrous, sickly-sweet concoction in her mouth, interwoven with fibers of tough singed grass. With tears in her eyes, she actually manages to swallow it, where it greets her digestive system with appalling cruelty. She can tell at once that within a few hours, she's going to be glad that there's almost nobody in the dojo so she'll have a high likelihood of privacy for the unwholesome ordeal that will occur later in the dojo bathrooms.
