The world blurred before my eyes.
— What do you mean?.. — the words got stuck in my throat.
He carefully turned the soap in his hands, showing the small print on the back of the packaging.
— Look. Black on white: “Pesticide treatment.” No wonder you feel sick.
I sank to the edge of the cold bathtub, its tiled surface seemed to pull me to the ground. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear his words.
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