I awoke the next morning to pounding on my door. At least, it sounded like pounding to my throbbing head. I hadn’t been hungover in so long that I had forgotten how horrific it felt.
I groaned as I tried to sit up in bed. How much wine did we have the previous night? I remembered talking about Bob’s arrest and complaining about Andrew, but the wine…
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