I awoke in an adorable hotel room the next morning. I was extremely hungover and sickly.
I stood slowly. I held back the wet tears of yesterday. Would I ever get over that?
I used the bathroom and bathed. I came out in a white robe.
There was a coffee table in front of a maroon couch. I stepped over there, and noticed a piece of paper with the words "Hey, you seemed pretty upset last night, and I hate to see people drink their lives away. Call me if you want to talk. -Laura" scribed onto it. Below the considerate message was a cell phone number.
To be honest, I couldn't remember who this Laura was. But I was definitely ready for a long talk. What did I have to lose?
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THE END
Em note: thank you all for reading my story. If you dig this one, I'm coming out with a paranormal tale called "Death Alley" soon. if you are in for a good creeping, read it. But beware of what may come
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