And then there was the duck that dated back to June (yuck), two week old tomato sauce (retch), expired peanut dressing, and an improperly functioning freezer to name but a few of the violations.
Now she saw him at meetings, and tried not to retch at his con-job shares, or recall the sweetness of their precious predawn hours, when addiction itself seemed as exquisite and harmless as a baby giraffe.