Stopping immediately in my tracks I glare back at you. Despite my sunglasses being on, you can feel the heat from my gaze. I smirk at you and part my plump lips unleashing a storm of projectile puke right at you. For five seconds the puke sprays your face and shirt. "Ugh." I say a bit exasperated. "Much better. I was hoping to not have to use one of you until later but no problem."
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