Chapter 7: Letting Go
“You know my methods, Watson. Apply them!”
In the car, Foreman asked how long it had been since I’d eaten.
“Who are you, my mother?” I retorted, and then had to lean back and close my eyes because even sneering hurt. “Shut up and drive.”
After that, Foreman seemed content to let me concentrate on not upchucking
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