My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

I picked her up in my Civic and helped her into the passenger seat and held a plastic bag in my lap in case the nausea hit before we reached the building. I sat in the waiting room reading pharmacology notes while they dripped chemicals into her veins, and then I drove her home and helped her to bed and put ginger ale on the nightstand.

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