“BOOM! BOOM! Fireworks were exploding everywhere. I had given into my weakness of Julian and now the show was really starting. Only the picture wasn’t so clear in the harsh daylight, and I was glad of it. Glad the distortion of my mental breakdown was foggy in my mind. I was too embarrassed to re-live it. I had inhaled enough vodka that my dreams were all black, but now I was conscious, patches of the night before working to stick themselves together again. It was not a night I wanted to... go back to. And on top of that, I did not want to be awake this morning. My mouth felt like it had been wiped down with sandpaper and my head hurt to touch. I cracked open one eye—squinting at that—and the first thing I noticed apart from it being far too bright, was that I wasn’t in my own room. The hardwood floor had a pile of dirty laundry overflowing from a hamper next to a desk with a TV on it and a stack of sports magazines.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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