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I feel like shit.
My feet are sore and quite frankly, it seems I threw up last night.
Where the fuck am I?
This place is not familiar to my tiny bedroom that you could call a bathroom (I'll explain later).
"Morning, Nicole,"
A massive scream escapes my lips as I flee this god-damn comfortable bed.
As I look down, I notice...
Oh, shit.
I've got no underwear on.
Nor have I been equipped with a bra.
"Take one step, I'll... Kill you with an alarm clock,"
As I lift the little alarm clock, he chuckles, slowly walking towards me.
"Babes?" He asks, holding out his hand.
Then, he touches me!
I didn't hesitate to attack his head with my 'weapon'.
Not again.
That's the seventh time I've made a man unconscious in my life (with an alarm freakin' clock).
I'm serious.
Later on, I grab my stuff, and a few of his Yankee Candles, leaving the pretty neat apartment.
This is the beginning of a few encounters I hope I don't have problems with.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 03, 2015 ⏰

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