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Chapter Eighty

I felt someone tapping me gently; I already knew who it was, so I pretended that I was asleep.

"Stop pretending to be asleep; I already know that you are awake," Reagan said, but I still did not stand up.

"Well, do not blame me for this," he said, and he started tickling me.

"Reagan, stop, please, Reagan!" I shouted while laughing.

He bent down to carry me but then raised his head and said, "Damn, you reek of alcohol; how much did you drink?

"Just half a bottle of vodka. The vodka must not be strong, as I do not feel much of a headache. But I do feel hungry. Did they make lunch?"

"I made jollof rice and chicken your favorites for dinner."

"That sounds amazing, but we haven't eaten lunch, and you are talking about dinner?"

"It is already eight a.m.; you slept off the whole afternoon; maybe that is why you do not have much of a headache."

"Really?" I said, then sat up slowly.

He grabbed my hand and helped me up, then guided me to the bathroom.

"Reagan, I do not want to shower; I want to
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