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Morning came way too quickly and had me wishing I didn't drink as much. Or at all, for that matter. Why did I think clubbing was a good idea again? I'd set out with the intention of only having a drink or two but that quickly turned into a drink or six. What a terrible, terrible mistake.
I got ready for my day, trying to ignore the occasional bile rising up. Quieter than usual, I left my room and glanced at the door across. There was light coming through the crack underneath and I heard slight stumbling. Not ready to face Felicity, I hurried out to the elevator. Why did it feel like a walk of shame? Not that I had much experience with that.
The wobbly ride on the shuttle to the Sanctuary proved a real challenge for my stomach and I felt like throwing up when I finally got out. I reco
