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Sean kept shaking Jim until his eyes tried to flutter open.
“Get the fuck up, dude. We’re leaving in thirty,” grunted Sean, moving away from the bed.
Jim scowled and shielded them from the sunlight that filled the suite. “Fuck!” he growled, grabbing his head to keep it from falling off of his neck. “We’ll be downstairs as soon as she’s ready.”
Sean was going all over the room, picking up Jim’s things and throwing them into his open suitcases. He heard his brother and turned to him, frowning. Jim was fighting a fair fight to sit up, squinting around in a first attempt to cope with his hangover.
“She who?” asked Sean.
Jim glared up at him, a hand still pressing his temple. “Fuck you.”
“You mean Silvia? She took off an hour ago.”
“What?”
He managed to grab his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and searched for a number
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