Fiction | December 01, 1996

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It’s bar day minus 4, early afternoon.  Elise stands in the bathroom, vomiting.  Afterwards she washes her face, brushes her teeth and walks, resting one hand against the wall, back into the den where she’s studying with Daren.  Under her feet, the carpet feels rougher than usual.

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