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... ak to even stand up from the bed. My head was pounding, and every muscle in my body ached. If it weren’t for the whiskey Alex and I had consumed last night, I would’ve thought I was actually sick.
*Note to self: Oliver apparently can’t handle even one glass of liquor.*
I’d been so exhausted when I got home that I’d collapsed into bed without even checking if Kira was in. Now, as I squinted at my phone through bleary eyes, the numbers seemed to mock me: Wednesday, 19th June, 6:00 ...
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