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Charlie
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WHEN I WOKE up the next day, it was almost eleven a.m. and I had the kind of hangover that made one want to stop drinking for good. Moaning, I sat up and rubbed my temples. My head throbbed. My stomach was queasy. The night before was a blur of dancing and drinking.
“You’re awake.”
I looked up and saw Jackie standing by the door with a cup of coffee.
“I wish I wasn’t. What the hell happened last night?”
She smiled. “We partied like animals.”
“I don’t remember much after we got to Lance and Roger’s hotel room. Did we ever go swimming?”
“Yeah. Then you threw up and they helped carry you back to my room.”
I put my head in my hands. “I feel like shit.”
“I’ll get you some Advil.” Jackie disappeared and then came back a few seconds later.
“Thanks.” I too
