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We definitely had too much. I realized that when I woke up in joes bed. I wonder how I got there. Last thing I remember was sitting on the couch. Huh. I turned to my side. Joe was there snoring softly. I shook him awake." Whattttt?," he asked groggily. "Joes what happened?!," I asked realizing that I had no clothes," and why am I naked...?" My voice started to waver. Joe peaked under the sheets. "Shit." He leaped up headed toward his dresser pulled on a pair of pants and threw me one of his shirts. "Thanks.," I said. "Okay, that never happened, agreed?," he asked slightly laughing. "Agreed!" I replied.

I know this was short but I'm really tired and if I wrote any more it wouldn't make a sliver of sense. So maybe you guys could give me ideas on what to write about next? I have a main plot for the story but I still need to build up to it:) anyway I'm tired. So goodnight count some sheep
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