"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝"

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I woke up on my stomach, with my head turned to the side, and my hands buried underneath me. I groggily rubbed my head against the pillow, wiping the drool off my face. I stopped suddenly when my skin encountered something hard and cold. Disorientated, I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with my phone. "What the--," I mumbled, just as my stomach let out a loud growl. Last night events came rushing back to me and I groaned. The argument.

I lifted my head and looked at my alarm clock on my bed stand. Holy shit, it was ten in...