“Why don’t you go shrimping out in the ocean?” Phil asked.
“I get seasick.”
The boy guffawed, “Seasick? a big tough southern boy like you?”
“Don’t make fun, brat. If you’ve ever been seasick you’d know what I’m talking about. It hits you and you don’t quit heaving, even after all the food’s gone you’re puking green bile. I’m telling you, you’re begging God to let you die.”
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