Gutted my way through a morning run. Should not have. Got home and body began ridding itself, very efficiently, of everything I'd eaten in the last twelve hours.

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Either I'm turning into a metahuman and ridding myself of toxins, or it's a stomach bug. I know which one *I'd* rather.

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