After a few minutes of bleary-eyed, head-pounding dizziness, you hold onto your pillow for dear life in an attempt to stop the world spinning around you. You can taste a mixture of Sambuca, Tequila and regret in your mouth. A thought enters your head: What The Fuck Happened Last Night?
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