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The hangover headache was a bloody b***h.
Not the worst I'd ever had, but definitely top five. I will give it that. My mouth tasted like metal and sour. And I was pretty sure my eyeliner and mascara had melted off in my sleep and dropped under my jawline. In short, I could feel I look like hell.
Blinking at the ceiling, I try to piece together how last night ended, but I only have blurry memories of it.
Something felt off, and it wasn't the hangover causing it. It was in the eerie quiet, one that drives you insane, makes your brain believe you left the stove on even though you have doubts about it.
When I finally sat up, my head throbbed hard enough to make my vision double.
Then I saw my pale pink box, out in the open. Pressed against the wall near my vanity dresser, like someon
