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The next morning, Samantha woke up with her head hammering from her hangover and her mouth drier than the desert.
“Ugh,” she gagged, reaching for a glass of water on the nightstand.
Nothing.
Right… Melissa was the one to make sure she had a drink for the morning. Used to be the one, Sam corrected herself. She’d have to take care of it herself now.
Disheartened, she just lied still in the bed, any motivation to get up nowhere to be found. What was there to do anyway?
“Arf?”
The sheets tightened around her legs as the hellhound wobbled up from her sleeping spot next to her feet and licked her arm.
“Good morning,” Sam said, her first smile curling around her lips.
The pup stretched lazily, her tail high up in the air. She scratched her ear with her hind leg and looked expectantly
