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... en I woke up was that my head hated me. It throbbed like someone had stuffed a drum inside and decided to start band practice.
I groaned and rolled over, pressing a pillow to my face. My throat felt dry and my tongue was like sandpaper. Everything hurt.
The second thing I felt was confusion because yesterday I was putting on a T-shirt and shirt but I woke up in a nightgown.
I blinked, tugged at the fabric, and sat up so fast that my vision blurred.
"Wait... what t ...
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