Inspissate

She had vomited for the whole night. It was something like food poisoning, combined with the stress she accumulated in the last few weeks because of the projects that were so difficult to make happen. Nonetheless, she still had a brunch planned with her boyfriend’s great aunt – yes, despite her 70 years she was really ahead of the game – and she could not miss it.

And even though the little dragons were revolting her stomach in front of the cheese and bacon scones, horseradish latkes with avocado, gravadlax and poached eggs, fried egg Florentine toastie, and brioches baked with crispy bacon, she gave the old aunt Maurie a big smile and started eating.

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