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Sutton
My head felt like it had been kicked, been run over, and then had a ton of bricks dropped on it. Opening my eyes made the entire room spin.
“Up and at ’em, sunshine,” Morgan said, slicing the curtains open.
I groaned and turned away from the blinding light. “Why did I drink that much?”
“Because you’re young, and that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Shh,” I grumbled. “Lower the volume.”
“Oh no. Last night, I got way more details than I’d ever thought I’d need to know about David. You do realize, I have to work with him still. Like, next door. Every day. You could have left some details out.”
My eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. “I did, what?”
I then immediately regretted that decision as my hangover carved through my brain and incinerated me from the inside out.
“Yea
