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... wasn't. It was just someone knocking on it very passionately.
Still a little bit disoriented from sleep, I rose from the bed and shivered in the morning cold. Or was it noon already? My head was pulsing mercilessly from the hangover, and it felt like some small mammal had crawled into my mouth and died.
As far as awakenings go, this one wasn't optimal.
'Coming!'
The knocking stopped, thank Heavens. I felt around on the floor, searching for my jeans, and breathed i ...
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