She had to aim somewhere else. She could feel her husbands old guitar behind her and expensive furniture flanking her sides. There was only one way to...go. Sora aimed her head down and spat puke all over her dress. Tears rolled down Sora’s eyes she had no other choice. Inami rose up in concern.“Oh my god are you alright?”“Yes I’m fine I’m just nervous.”“It’s to be expected I once had client who passed out completely.”“I’m so sorry about this.”“It’s ok I think I’ve seen enough.”Sora’s heart sank,. "What the fuck?" She asked herself, even more annoyed now than she had been. It was rare that he cooked breakfast any more, and rarer still to hear her father whistling. Whatever he'd done last night had put him in a good mood, and here she was, in a shitty one. Becky threw on what had once been her mother's robe wearing nothing else, and headed downstairs. Her father just then dishing up a plate of bacon and eggs for her, two slices of toast, dark ... just the way she liked it. But it wasn't. More

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