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Tweek clutched the sides of a particularly clean toilet and heaved. The porcelain felt graciously cool on his feverish hands. As he emptied the contents of his stomach - mostly vodka, some rum, and two bowls of mac and cheese - he realized something. He spat the remnants of his vomit into the bowl and leaned his head downward, resting it on the toilet's edge. Through the quiet stillness, barely louder than the hum of the music blaring outside the bathroom door, He laughed, but it sounded like a cry,
“I’ve got to give him up.”