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# FIRST DAY OUT
7:35am

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"Dawg, I put her bonnet on her before tucking her into bed bro and wrote a note wit a lil lame ass heart, I'm sprung AS FUCK!" Connie groaned, tugging on an orange crewneck.
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           You rolled over smacking your alarm off before Lauryn could get the first note out, not wanting to hear a thing about love or sweet things. Groaning at the blaring sunlight that beamed through your large windows, you slid back the covers to find only one sock on your foot, your head ached like it was  going to split open. Last night's events jumping back and forth in blurred patches. You're body lurched forward as you rushed to the bathroom stuffing your face into the toilet as you emptied your stomach's contents. God, you felt like shit.

just what the fuck happened last night.

         Letting your clothes drop to the floor, you stepped into the shower wincing as the searingly hot water rushed over your skin as you pressed your head against the cool marble wall. You needed to remember what happened last night, you remembered throwing the best party of the year. You remembered smoking and drinking, mixing drinks you shouldn't have.

Beer before liquor you've never been sicker, liquor before beer you're in the clear.

       Yea you remembered the pre game shots you took with your friends before the party distinctly remembering the two bottles of beer you tossed back before beginning your set.

fuck.

         You remembered ending up cross faded from the clouds of marijuana swirling around the house. You remembered...Connie. Talking to Connie, you talked to Connie for a long time and then you came upstairs but just what did you say?

just what in the hell did I say???!!

      Your face grew hot remembering the way his hands felt against your skin as you danced, vividly remembering how his amber eyes glowed in the moonlight as he kissed your hand like you were some kind of princess. You quickly switched the water to a cooler temperature thankful for the detachable shower head that you had insisted on being installed.

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