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Kira’s mother was in the middle of an animated rendition of Kira’s first time at the zoo—a tale that involved poop-flinging monkeys, and her sister throwing up all over her in the backseat of the car on the way home. Trevor was the perfect audience, encouraging her mother at every turn.
Her mother wiped a tear from her eye as she tried to control her laughter. “…And then Kira—”
“Yeah, I think we get it, Mom,” Kira interjected. “I was covered in vomit and excrement. Great story.”
It wasn’t the end of the story, of course. Once Kori had started puking, she had started to lose her lunch as well, in a nightmare episode of sights and smells that still haunted her dreams.
Also, she had never gotten over her fear of monkeys.
A knock at the door made her perk up. “Come in!”
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