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... y, my eyelids peeled apart with the sluggishness of a hangover wrapped in molasses, my vision bleary and senses still muffled as if I’d danced a raucous jig with every demon of last night’s revelry. "Why the fuck do I feel like I’ve been marinated in a cosmic brewery all night?" I muttered, voice rough and disjointed, my brain lagging in its morning processing cycle.
A calm, feminine tone, honeyed yet tinged with sterile authority, slid into my consciousness like an unexpected breeze. "A ...
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