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Jennifer
The next morning, I woke to the sound of Julian vomiting in the toilet.
“Ugh,” I groaned, rolling over and covering my ears with a pillow. Not that it did much to hide the sound of his retching.
He deserved it after he’d had so much to drink that he’d passed out. I’d never seen him drink like that, and I hoped that I never saw it again. It was a new level of terrible.
The toilet flushed, and Julian came back into the room, flopping down on the bed. “Sorry,” he muttered, covering his eyes. “Might have had too much to drink last night.”
“Might?” I said with a laugh.
“I’m never drinking again.”
I shook my head. “Lies.”
“Yeah, but, not anytime soon. Or like that.”
“You wanted to forget.”
He gave me a thumbs-up. “Success.”
I chuckled and dropped out of bed. “I’ll find yo
