I woke from hazy dreams, slightly hung over. My mouth tasted like something had died in it, and my head pounded in time with my heartbeat. I’d been worse off, though, so I knew I could just pop some pain pills and be fine.
Last night, I had returned to my apartment and had a little bit too much to drink as a balm for my loneliness.
The feelings from those…
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