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I watch as Aimee stirs beside me. I just know she has a hangover waiting behind those blue eyes. I’m tempted to give her a prod to wake her, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Closing my eyes, I try to fall back to sleep. God knows I need it. Didn’t really get all that much sleep last night. Not after…
For God’s sake! I’m meant to be the logical one. Aimee’s the one with the vivid imagination. Not me. She’s the one who believes in ghosts.
Another twenty minutes pass and I’m still awake. The clock on the bedside table says it’s going on eight. Still too early after the s**t we drank last night. Not that I can account for every pint of beer and shot of tequila.
Tequila…
The very notion of it turns my stomach. Although, I’m not as bad as I thought I’d be this morning. Thought I was de
