What I Learned From A Few Gray Hairs

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I leaned up in bed and unlatched my second story window. I heaved it open with all the strength I could muster and thrust my head out, vomiting bright yellow stomach bile onto the roof of the porch below. I stared at it, disgusted. I was in pain. My stomach tightened and cramped with both hunger and nausea. It was empty. I was empty.