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... use of it. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to drink that much-just a couple of glasses to celebrate the deal-but somehow, he had ended up sloshed. His head spun, his legs dragged like dead weight, and he could barely see straight, let alone walk in a straight line. Every step toward his room felt exaggerated, heavier than the last. He muttered a string of curses under his breath, stumbling into the wall, catching himself just in time.
"When the hell did I become such a mess?" he growled, clutch ...
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