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"That toilet is so dirty!" I gasped, tears and snot streaming down my face.

The vomit, all over the floor, some undigested fruit dregs and bread, and I swear I won't drink milk on the road again for the rest of my life.

But just as I was making up my mind, Timothy offered me another bottle of milk.

I gouged him with a fierce look, and he was a little confused