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36 He was standing amid a patch of scraggly bushes, trying to discern if the direction he was taking would lead him to the river or not when his stomach heaved and bile began to fill his mouth. Carefully he bent, his arm outstretched to hold himself balance against the base of a tree and he threw up. Having barely eaten anything, all that came up was the beer that tasted oddly the same as when it had gone down. He stood there, dry retching, and once the nausea had subsided he waited for the world to stop spinning. There was a log nearby, two short feet away and he eyed it intently. When he thought he had mustered up the courage to do what he wanted to do, he let go of the base of the tree and took one crooked step forward. He watched as his world swayed sideways. He tried to straighten
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