Starbucks

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  I wake up, my hair a mess and my head pounding. It must be a hangover, I think to myself as the memories of the night before come flooding back to me.
Flashback..
"But Y/NNNNNN.." My friend, Mackenzie, had said to me as we stood in a bar. She had obviously had a few too many drinks, as her words were slurred and she stumbled every time she tried going somewhere. "Jussst.." She hiccupped in the middle of her sentence. "have a ddrrriiiiink!" "Fine," I replied, only because she wouldn't leave me alone. I began to drink a vodka, and people crowded around me, chanting "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" I knew that I would regret it in the morning, but I couldn't back down now. I kept chugging, until everyone kept getting quieter and quieter, and I blacked out.
Wow, that was quite a night. I guess I'll go to Starbucks. Coffee always cheers me up..

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