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Amelia stood, glued to the spot, for what seemed like hours but was probably only about half a minute before running to her en-suit, carelessly forgetting to shut the door behind her, and kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. She pushed her fingers ferociously down her throat, provoking her already empty stomach, causing it to create a volcano of vomit that erupted from her mouth uncontrollably. Amelia cried harder, not sure whether it was because of the horrible burning sensation her throat was feeling, or because Orlando had decided to stop visiting her.