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Amber
Last night was one of the shittiest of my entire life. First, I couldn’t sleep because I had been fired. Then I was called to pick up Kimberly—again. She was barely conscious, which made getting her to the cab nearly impossible. Then three men harassed us just outside the pub, and to complete the night, Kimberly threw up all over my legs and the carpet in our living room. After changing her and putting her to bed, I had to clean up our horrible carpet and take a shower myself.
It was almost six in the morning when I finally laid my head down on my pillow again.
And I got up thirty minutes later. I couldn’t even blame my alarm clock this time, since I had remembered to turn it off last night. It was all due to habit. I used to get up, shower, and go to the restaurant, where ther
