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T h i r t y - f i v e
Buzzing wakens me.
Looking around, I find the source of the annoying sound. Opening one eye looking around for whatever it is that making it. I winced in pain, a pounding headache, and the soreness in my eyes when the sunlight shone right at my face. My phone is rattling on its charging nook; I don't think twice and reject the call. My head is pounding, my throat is dry, and my body feels like it weighs a ton.
Why do I drink When I'm sure that I suck at being drunk. Trying to piece last night's events is a bit hard. The memories turn blurry on the dance floor. I know I danced and there was a lot of alcohol and dancing. How did I get here?
God.Liam. He called and sounded angry.
Turning around, I find myself face to face with the man, the little light coming into the room is enough to see him. His fa
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