Scott got food poisoning the night before Thanksgiving. He was puking his guts out and couldn't keep anything down. I really thought he was going to die, but he wouldn't let me take him to the hospital. At about 4 in the morning he ran into my mom and asked her to take care of him. He said he didn't know what she was going to do but he knew she would take care of him. My mom ran to the store and bought some imodium and powerade. The next day he wasn't getting much better and while we all celebrated and ate good food. He ate a few crackers and drank powerage.
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sad! poor Scott! food poisoning is the worst!!
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