Having gotten halfway through my attempt at downing 160 ounces of Gatorade I got up and walked twenty (for a bit of "personal maintenance" the specifics of which need not be mentioned) feet or so and in getting back to sit down my stomach registered the motion with just a bit of nausea. Ah how many snd varied are the nuances of this kink that one forgets without dipping their toes back in the water from time to time!

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