permanently altering the microbiome this is not rational you need to do something please there is a fix here please get to a bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” “Uh, nothing,” I said. “I, um, just need to use the restroom.”
I pulled my phone back out to reread the study but resisted the urge, clicked it shut and slid it back into my pocket.
But no, I had to check to see if it had said modestly altered or moderately altered.
I pulled out my phone again, and brought up the study. Modestly. Okay. Modestly is better than moderately.
But consistently. Shit. I felt nauseated and disgusting, but also pathetic; I knew how I looked to him.
I knew that my crazy was no longer a quirk, a simple matter of a cracked finger pad.
Now, it was an irritation, like it was to Daisy, like it was to anyone who got close to me.
I was cold, but started to sweat anyway. I zipped my jacket up to my chin as I walked toward the house.
I didn’t want to run, but every second counted. Needed to get to a bathroom.
Davis opened the back door for me and pointed me down a hallway toward a guest bathroom.
I closed the door and locked it, shutting myself inside, and leaned against the countertop.
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