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When my best friend came out to me, before I could say anything- I projectile vomited. Not once, but twice. Right after she said the words "I'm gay". Luckily it didn't land on her, but it was pretty messy. She assumed this was me showing my disapproval, ran out of my house crying and went home. So here I am, with an upset best friend who thinks I don't love her anymore because she's gay, covered in my own vomit which is also covering my kitchen floor, and enough nausea to take down a horse. Not