Timmy wadded the tissue up, licked it, stuffed it through the straw, and blew.
Travis eyes followed the wad up to the ceiling where several other spit wads clung. “Cool…” he said, briefly forgetting about the old woman pushing a grocery shopping cart in the down stairs bathroom.
This post was submitted by Jodi MacArthur.
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