I'm in a disturbingly good mood. Because I'm going to see my relatives today. My family's awesome.
A couple months after she and Johnny gog back tother, Devi startted throwing up a lot. At first , she thought she was sick. 1 day, when Johnny stopped by her flat (she refused to live with him in that shack, and he refused to move) she accidentally barfed on him. She suspected he barely managed not to kill her. So, she went to the doctor.
"Well," he said" You're not sick. But you do have a parasite."
"What?" she asked, shocked. "Did I eat something?"
"No," the doctor replied, pulling a maching from the corner. "But you're going to. Probably pickles and ice cream."
Devi's hart sank. "You're not saying what I think you're saying."
The doctor smirked and rolled the wand of the ultrasound machine over her belly, then turned the monitor around. "Most women come to embrace this parasite. Some even dress it up in little clothes and parade it around with them like a showdog."
Devi rubbed her forehead. "Is mental diseas heriditary?"
:is still in a fantastic mood:
