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... throb in his skull pulsing in sync with the hangover pounding through his head.
His mouth was dry, his skin slightly chilled.
With no shirt.
Just a crumpled blanket draped over his lower half - and the unmistakable weight of regret setting in.
This wasn't his room that much was clear.
Muted morning light crept through sheer hotel curtains, casting unfamiliar shapes on the floor. His eyes slowly tracked across the chaos - discarded shoes, an open minibar, ...
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