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The nausea didn't go away, but I learned to hide it. I vomited in the shower every morning until the drain started to clog. After that, I didn't shower, racing to my car before Grant got up, blaming Renata and an impossible summer wedding schedule. The feeling followed me throughout the day. The scent of the flowers at work made it worse, but the coolness of the walk-in brought relief.
— Aug 07, 2018 08:21AM
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The flower vendor was bent over,unloading bushels of lilies, roses, and ranunculus into white plastic tubs. He didn't see me approach. I took advantage of the time to return the unabashed stare he had released on my body the first day we met, scanning from the back of his neck down to his muddy work boots. He wore the same black hooded sweatshirt he had the first day we met.
— Aug 06, 2018 12:55PM
