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The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing pain in my head, grasping at the air in front of me. I moved my slightly entangled hair from my face and squinted at the sunlight hitting my eyes. I stretched my right arm to check the time. It was 9 a.m. “Fuck.” The first word out of my mouth in the morning, for the first time in my life.
I ran my eyes over my body. s**t. I didn’t change out of my clothes after getting home. Or wash my face. Or take out my contacts. My feet were jammed inside the high heels I’d worn the night before. I picked up the wood butterfly hair claw from my nightstand and sorted my hair.
I threw the covers off and slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard. As I started to get up, my body felt in knots. It was as if the Sazerac, the cocktail, and Bob Marley’
