herbs. Instead I was greeted with a nauseating aroma of rotted tomatoes and moldy bread and
WAY to old wine. I dropped my backpack on the couch in my living room. Shelia and I lived
in the same apartment. Normally she was the best cook to come home to. Not today. Ugh.
Really nasty. I pretended to lean against the door as if I needed a rest.
"What's wrong Gina?" she looked as me, concerned.
"I feel really sick."
"Oh, well my tomato basil soup and some of the best aged wine will help with that. I saved
it for the day you got a job!! Oh I am so proud!!" she tackled me with a bear hug.
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I mean no thanks, I think your amazing chicken noodle
soup will be perfect!!!!"
I rushed over to the fridge and to my horror, IT WAS EMPTY!!!!
"Oh I threw that stuff out because it was starting to smell gross." Oh and you think this
smells nice? I thought.
I sat through the next hour in pain and i eventually puked and Shelia didn't make me eat
any more and insisted I go to bed. I rushed in there, and grabbed a jacket. Now, where was the
closest Taco Bell?
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