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The chunky soup-like substance ran down her chin as a look of horror swept over her face. The strong sour smell burned my nostrils as I attempted to wipe it up with a roll of paper towels. It soaked through the layers of towels, touching my bare skin, warm and sticky.Related content
Comments: 11
darlinjamie [2012-10-05 19:22:26 +0000 UTC]
ok here's a question. Was it her or you that had puked cause the poem starts in 3rd person then goes into first.
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babynips99 In reply to darlinjamie [2012-10-05 22:18:07 +0000 UTC]
the friend was the one that puked
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darlinjamie In reply to babynips99 [2012-10-06 14:17:54 +0000 UTC]
ah ok. but you get how it could confuse some people?
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ALBDreamweaver [2012-10-05 03:16:39 +0000 UTC]
Trying really hard to not think too much about this one.
It...works. It's just disgusting. And yet, it works well enough that I like it, so there's that.
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babynips99 In reply to Journeykat [2012-10-05 01:52:47 +0000 UTC]
I know! My teacher's like "Okay, now write about cleaning up your friend's puke" ....
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Journeykat In reply to babynips99 [2012-10-05 02:08:57 +0000 UTC]
Woah you have a weird English teacher! mine is too though. she once told us, "Write about what you think the color blue would taste like."
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babynips99 In reply to Journeykat [2012-10-05 02:10:06 +0000 UTC]
haha awesome. Yeah, my English teacher is a little on the weird side, but she's a really good teacher.
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