I remember the party.
All the loud music, the lights, the hard drinks.
But I don't remember what happened next.
Then I woke up with a head ache and an accusation of killing my boyfriend.
I was certain I didn't kill him because I remember the kiss. Our last kiss.
Then everything became a blur.
I was certain I didn't kill him!
Or was I really?
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