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Music swam through my skull like a police siren on c***k. Even wrapping my head in my arms didn’t dull it, nor did burrowing beneath my pillow. The b****y racket just kept on and on and on and—s**t!
Diving from the bed earned me a tangling in the sheets, a thump to my head from the bedside stand, and possibly a bruise to my butt where I hit the floor.
A quick glance around the room and a tilt of my head determined the Kings of Leon tune hadn’t come from within my walls. “Crap!” I kicked at the covers binding my ankles, and made a jump for the door, fighting off fuzziness in my vision, dizziness in my brain, and dragging limbs that didn’t particularly want to play.
I paused as I rounded my doorframe onto the landing, where I tracked the tune to the right before stumbling down the sta
