Gone Like a Goldfish

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This is an account to promote my anonymously-published book, Gone Like a Goldfish, about suicide, addiction, mental illness, and child loss. I'm told that it's transgressive literature. Free on Kindle Unlimited.

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Gone Like a Goldfish@gonelikeagoldfish· 21d

"You make her puke then," Cray said, backing off. "If she doesn't puke up what's left in her stomach, she might die."
Todd was afraid now, not of Cray anymore but of what he was say-ing. He turned to Sissy. "You better puke."
Sissy complied. It took a few disgusting tries, but eventually she got a retch to turn into a little spew. She barfed a little more right after that because it was so disgusting.
"Well," Cray said, doing some research with the bottle in one hand and his phone in the other, "I guess one bottle isn't fatal, maybe you didn't need to puke. It's still a lot.
Why are you trying to get high off cough syrup?" Both of the twins just looked at the ground. "You're not taking this shit too, are you, Todd?"
"No," Todd said. "Just once."
"You guys know how my brother Luke died, right?" Cray asked. "Your dad's brother, your uncle."

Gone Like a Goldfish@gonelikeagoldfish· 22d

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