Rick is still lost.
I’m sure he’s on the ship… but where? Since he was sick early on in our trip, he didn’t learn his way around. Like me. Like Liz.
Because we try not to stay in the room much. ‘Cept for the last few days when we couldn’t leave. But that’s another story. One I’d like to forget.
Anyway, I’m now going to drag my cramping, barfing body to the bathroom and splash some water on my face and head out looking for a man who hasn’t been in his room all day.
I hate it when that happens.
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