Queasiness crawls its way up my torso. My hand shakes as I take out my mouthguard; I keep it in a Ziploc bag along with an extra set of contacts I stashed there after a lens got knocked out in a grappling session. 544 more words
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An ugly thing, that is what you are when you become a tourist, an ugly empty thing, a stupid thing, a piece of rubbish pausing here and there to gaze at this and taste that, and it will never occur to you that the people who inhabit the place in which you have just paused cannot stand you, that behind their closed doors they laugh at your strangeness.