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At dawn we’re transported to our beds without even being given a last call warning.
I’m annoyed, but then I feel the soft mattress beneath me and relax into it. A moment later, I’m asleep.
The sun is high in the sky when I wake up again. I’m still tired from all the dancing last night, but at least I’m not hungover. Mama always said liquor was the devil’s juice and full of empty calories too, so I tend to stay away from it.
A sunny Rada appears in front of me. “It’s another trial today. Time to get up.”
I groan, needing a little more time to wake up before dealing with Rada’s good morning cheer. “Why aren’t you hungover? I saw you and Sophia break into the top-shelf liquor cabinet together.”
“We did break in and then we drank all the most expensive alcohols inside. Sophia said eve
