[ If there's anything worse than being sick, it's the aftermath of your genius idea to self-medicate sickness with booze. It never works. The whole 'alcohol kills germs' thing does not apply when it is sloshing around an empty, already nausea stomach. It stung going down, it hurts worse coming up and Roxy wishes she was dead. Or that everyone else was dead. Mostly that Egbert was dead. But she doesn't mean that personally. She doesn't handle displaying weakness well, a trait she and her mother share.
GLARES. Yanks the blankets back up over her head. ]
adorable!!
GLARES. Yanks the blankets back up over her head. ]
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