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...flashbacks from the highlights (can you really call a murder a “highlight,” though?) of last season. When the scene started, I thought it was going to be really hokey, but it was a little bit…dare I say it?...touching. (Insert vomit here.) Oh Mischa, the things you do to me!The past three episodes have each had a defining dramatic moment of this kind: Marissa’s nightmare about the shooting; Ryan’s punching-bag fiasco; and this kaleidoscopic flashback. Even though this one was effective...
Before the spirit moved her again, before she returned to the toilet, retching afresh—before I went soberly home to throw my vomit-encrusted shoes in the trash—I thought I saw something looking back at me out of the water. It was my 14-year-old face, dimpled and pimpled and hopeful. I could almost make it out. It’s just that, you know, there was that cloud of orange vomit...
Minutes later she got sick. I held her hair back. The smell was overpowering, and I grasped desperately for some lingering hint of her shampoo or perfume. But it was nowhere to be sniffed. The vomit fumes had strangled it right...
...side of Taylor, she fell in love with Seth in a matter of seconds. I just really hope the Taylor storyline doesn’t get in the way of Seth and Summer, who are basically the only consistently interesting couple on the show. Now, a confession: After the vomit-inducing “The next song that comes on the radio will be our song” line in the last episode before the show took that strange month-long hiatus, I was about ready to give up. I thought that it had officially run out of juice, attempting...
...begun, like fortunately few days that summer, with the smell of vomit and the sound of retching. Matt and Andrew had been out until 4 a.m. drinking on Bourbon Street—New Orleans’ main stretch, where, before Hurricane Katrina drowned the city, Mardi Gras beads were available year-round and brightly lit bars served frozen cocktails from spinning machines, 7-Eleven-style. But the vomiting was all courtesy of an anonymous roommate they’d met in the bunk beds of their hostel, a place called India House. They shrugged it off, washed their faces...