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04.17.06 - 11:00 pm a groan from outside my door sometime after 2 am. "whats the matter?" i asked. "i think...i just sharded in my pants...." justin replied regretfully. i chuckled, and then feel asleep. at 930 or so the following morning i walked out to my fish tank and noticed justins bedroom door open. this was peculiar. it was early. justins never awake at this time. so i walked up stairs to find a wallet, a cell phone and a roughed up magazine just beyond the door way to the bathroom. the outside door was unlocked. fearing some sort of failed robbery, i looked to see if my xbox remained only to find justin amidst a pile of sleeping bags on the couch. he looked dead. barely able to crack open his eyes, his voice low and strained he retold his experience during the evening. in short, he had endless diarrhea and lots of throwing up. throw up in the toilet. in a garbage can in the bathroom, and of course...in the shower. he was a mess. even at 3 when i got done with my classes he still remained on the couch, weak. pale. and as before...dead. ben laughed off his condition, especially when justin recommend he get some lysol to sterilize everything. he said his brother was terribly ill, and now his mother was as well. ben confidentally asserted that whatever justin had, a normal healthy immune system would take care of without any problems. ben was safe. invincible. after returning home from work just after ten, justin still remains a corpse on the couch. and ben is beginning to feel nauseous. Casey Schuler: I hate this bug.
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