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Szilvi was still in bed when she caught a whiff of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen. She was seized with that strange feeling of nausea again. Even the thought, let alone the smell of the oily fried eggs made her stomach turn. She took deep breaths to ease the unpleasant feeling, but it only got worse, just like the smells wafting from the kitchen. Szilvia sat up in bed and suddenly cupped her hand against her mouth. She ran to the bathroom. Just in time too. She heaved over the toilet; beads of sweat trickled down her face and neck. She was completely exhausted by the time the uncomfortable pressure passed. She stretched wearily out on the tiles of the bathroom floor, which felt pleasantly cool, soothing her in the sweltering heat. She lay motionless for minutes, concentrating
