Dad was understanding. He drove me home. I had smaller cramps when I got home, but that was the last round for the night. My dad, grandma, and sister drove into town, and ate a quieter dinner at Nick’s Italian Restaurant. I ruined the night, but I didn’t feel bad about it. I had crap on me, literal crap. Trust me, I felt sorry for myself.

            I’ll say it again. It was the worst experience of my entire life.

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