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Lying on the floor, Esme curled up into a ball and tried to get comfortable.
She still felt so nauseous and the feeling wouldn't go away. It was so hard not to vomit again, but she closed her eyes and tried to keep the feeling at bay. Rat man might get mad if she got sick on his floor, and Rachel would DEFINITELY get mad if she got sick by her feet.
Keeping her eyes shut tight did help, however, as it kept the blurry and moving images away from her. Rachel could be heard nearby; she was saying something about brewing faster. What did that even mean? Esme was confused and wanted to sleep so that she would feel better. She was getting tired of being sick and tired FROM being sick.
After giving a big yawn, she drifted off to sleep not even realizing that her friend had joined her on the floor.
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