road stress

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I managed to get back onto the road. All I had to do was stop crying. I felt funny now, not funny ha ha, but funny like there was a rock in my stomach that was grinding my insides into a smooth paste that would slowly funnel out of me in a acidic stream that would make my stomach writhe in pain. I felt really unwell, and I wondered if the feeling that disturbed me was part of everything that was going on. Maybe it was stress, and I laughed at that because of the stupid obviousness of it all. Of course it was stress. Stress was everything, it could make your body sick and make your hair fall out, and it could make your dad run screaming into a frigid winter night only wearing boxer shorts and socks.

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