Food Allergies

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Crying would just make things worse. You run out of the room and down the street, hailing a taxi. He takes you to the bus station where you get a one-way ticket home. It’s an exhaustingly long bus ride with no air conditioning. You think about Digital Dracula for a while. About 3 hours outside of Plainfield the bus stops for a lunch break. Even though you’re allergic to pancakes, you have a strange craving and order one. The pancake instantly puts you into a coma where you lay for 800 years.

To Be Continued?

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