"You fucked a goat?" Brian asked, recoiling.
"But it was a magic goat," Sally said lamely. "I thought it would make you happy."
"How would your fucking a goat make me happy, Sal? Jesus!"
"Because," she said, "now I can do this--" and she vomited onto the bed.
Brian yelped. A bright, glistening pool lay between them. It was composed of seven distinct colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. The colors swirled but never mixed, like living paint. Brian looked at Sally.
"You can vomit rainbows," he said in awe.
Sally wept. Because he understood.
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