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Fritz's Dream Blog
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Horrific Taste | | fritz | May 1, 2020 | I'm at an unfamiliar house, with other people milling around, like at a party. I eat something, and it's nauseating, sends me running for somewhere to throw up. It's something made with eggs I think, but terribly foul; I can still taste it in my imagination. For some reason, a few minutes later, I bite into the same thing again, and run to the kitchen to hurl in the sink. | Next: Icy Stoned |
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