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Chapter 7- In Need of Repair I spent the rest of that day curled up in the long row of seats that lines the back of the bus, staring out at the passing buildings. When we stopped for bathroom breaks I sat there. If anybody tried to talk to me I'd have nothing interesting or relevant to reply with. I didn't even accept food- plagued by the constant gurgling of my stomach contents in my lower throat. The nauseous feelings combined with shaking that would measure a 10 on the Richter scale made me an anxious wreck. I felt dreadful in the day time- and just thinking about nighttime made me want to cry all over again. At one point Dan came over t