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in Lonely Hearts ·
We went way too hard at the office... I actually made a smart move and cut myself off once my stomach started acting up toward the end of the night, so I was already halfway sober by the time we had to head out.
She hopped on the train with me, so we stumbled our way to the station together. I sat her down on a bench because she couldn't stay on her feet, and we just waited for the train. Suddenly, she looked pale—I knew she was going to be sick, and we were standing on this brightly lit platform packed with people. I didn't want her to be humiliated in front of everyone.
I quickly pulled my backpack off, emptied everything out of it, and held the bag open so she could use it to get sick.
Anyway, she ended up sitting in my lap on the ride home; she’d vomit into the backpack whenever she felt the urge; I wiped her face with a tissue; I took her from the station to her place in a taxi and then headed home on my own.
The next day, she didn't remember a single thing. 😂
She hopped on the train with me, so we stumbled our way to the station together. I sat her down on a bench because she couldn't stay on her feet, and we just waited for the train. Suddenly, she looked pale—I knew she was going to be sick, and we were standing on this brightly lit platform packed with people. I didn't want her to be humiliated in front of everyone.
I quickly pulled my backpack off, emptied everything out of it, and held the bag open so she could use it to get sick.
Anyway, she ended up sitting in my lap on the ride home; she’d vomit into the backpack whenever she felt the urge; I wiped her face with a tissue; I took her from the station to her place in a taxi and then headed home on my own.
The next day, she didn't remember a single thing. 😂