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freshman year of high school, i'm in Phoenix for this national high school journalism convention. the first day, i eat something that doesn't agree with me, and spend the night puking.
hoping breakfast will help, a few of us head out in the morning for some grub. half-way across a busy intersection, i feel the urge.
i sprint back to the garbage can on the corner and begin heaving my guts out to the horror of everyone parked in front of me waiting for the green light. finished up and cruised in for breakfast.
ended up filling up the hotel garbage can with vomit that day.
years later, i still regret not leaving that trash can in front of the girls' room down the hall, for them to find
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