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... nted to escape his throat. It didn't help that the acidity was now trying to mix with the putrid, slimy flesh of the pink aliens.
Slimy.
Just the thought of the feeling was making him nauseous, but this wasn't just a thought—there really was alien flesh swirling inside his mouth.
He tilted his head, trying his best not to vomit there and then. After all, if he puked now, everything he'd done until now would all be for nothing.
Hold it, Adam. Hold it!
Adam ...
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