The figure... the softness... the part ...the motion...
I could hardly remember what happened last night. I woke up inside the pink tent wearing no covering over my body. I rolled over as I wrapped my arms around my body. I strolled my eyes inside the tent, fortunately I was the only one in here.
I hurriedly reached out for my brief, shorts and sleeveless shirt I wore last night—which were now just scattered in this tent. As soon as I was wearing it, I felt something strange in my throat and stomach. The excruciating pain in my head was also disturbing. I hastened to get dressed and hurried out of the tent.
I stood on the side of the tent, tried to vomit but only liquid came out of my mouth. I released a lot of liquid. There were tears in my eyes afterwards. This vomiting hurts me.
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