chapter 1 carry on

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Waking up to my vomit on the carpet and bed, all down the hallway. Maybe I drank a little to much last night. My head throbbed with pain and my stomached twisted and I felt like a gun just shot through my tummy, and my head was smashed against concrete oh how I loved hang overs.

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