French Class. 10:29am
A strange feeling came over me. I identified it. The dreaded n-word. No, not that one! Nausea.I got up. I realized my shoes were off, but meh, I was about to puke. Forget the shoes. Just run!
And I did. Both. I ran. I puked.
It was buckets of fun, of course!
I returned to class, and reported to the professor "j'ai vomu." He said, "vomi." I said "Either way, I'm going back to my dorm." He gave me a thumbs up. I guess that's good, but even if he hadn't I wasn't going to stay in class!
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