Chapter 15 I Hate Hangovers

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  ||" Kristen Stewart "||   To say I was scared when I woke up to a familiar sight was an understatement because it was a full-blown panic.   I recognise this room, the bed and everything in it, I slowly darted my eyes around, and I saw the yellow dress I had worn last night on the couch that was in the room, clear evidence of what my mind was blaring.   I tried to get out of bed, ignoring the soreness and achiness I felt on my inner thighs.   My head was thumping a lot,   Hangovers suck.   I should have known that drowning in a full bottle of champagne was a bad idea,   I mean I knew,   But I was kind of too nervous to care.   I looked at the mess on my body, it was sticky and looked almost dried.   My mind was blurry, I was well aware of what had happened last night but I didn'

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