TRUST ME
Looks like a good time to start the day.
The train began its long drive through the tunnel as Sandra and Sabrina sat across from each other on the benches, looking out onto the concrete walls as they sped by. Sandra was trying to keep her spirits up, but as predicted the fish stew was beginning to churn, making her feel nauseated. When her stomach growled, she knew she wouldn’t have much time to find a bathroom.
“I’m getting sick,” she told Bachmeier, holding her stomach.
“Go,” he snarled, waving his hand toward the hallway. “But this one stays with me, just for insurance purposes.”
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