Nothing beats freshly squeezed orange juice for reviv-ing an arid mouth. Actually, I don't feel that bad, probably much better than I deserve. Advil.Ĭontrol freak that he is, he thinks of everything. On it is a glass of orange juice and two tablets. I'm wearing my t-shirt, bra, and panties. The drinking, oh no the drinking, the phone call, oh no the phone call, the vomiting, oh no the vomiting. How did I get here?įractured memories of the previous night come slowly back to haunt me. I have stood in a room similar to this with Kate. WhereMy befuddled brain struggles through its recent visual memories. The room is large and airy and plushly furnished in browns and golds and beige. The headboard behind me is in the shape of a massive sun. I open my eyes, and for a moment, I'm tranquil and serene, enjoying the strange unfamiliar surroundings.
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