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he slurred, his voice filled with genuine affection.
Betty smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, snuggling closer to Marcus. The warmth of the moment was noticeable, and for now, both were lost in the simplicity of the present.
Betty's expression shifted from amusement to discomfort. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in alarm. "Oh no," she mumbled, scrambling off the bed.
Marcus watched in concern as Betty rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before she threw up. He stumbled after her, holding her hair back as she retched. "Sorry," he murmured rubbing her back as she gasped between her breath.
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