What Happened Last Night?
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I lay in my bed, with my eyes closed. I sat up and looked around my room. It was a mess. I looked down at my clothes. What was I wearing? I had some holes in my leggings, and a t-shirt on with no bra under it. I couldn't remember anything that led me up to this moment.
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