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Rasha’s insides threatened to bubble over and explode out of her mouth. They’d covered a lot of ground with the all-terrain vehicle, but at a price. Its wheels sped over the uneven roads. Lu sat behind the wheel like a happy little twyllo. He rushed headlong on the road, heedless of the bumps and bruises Rasha was accumulating while holding on to her insides.
“I had no idea you had such a weak stomach,” Lu said as he skidded along one edge of the road and then the other.
“Do we have to go so fast? I’m going to spill my guts.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
Rasha swallowed down bile and shook her head.
“Nope, not drama. Stop,” she called out grabbing his arm.
Lu came to a neck breaking halt and Rasha fell out headfirst and vomited in the trees. When she finished, she turned slowly back to
