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... of my sleep, yanking me awake with brutal force. I groaned, slapping blindly at my phone until the noise mercifully stopped. My head throbbed in protest ─ a dull, pounding ache that pulsed behind my eyes, a harsh reminder of last night’s reckless choices.
Blinking against the harsh light filtering through unfamiliar curtains, I sat up slowly, wincing as the room spun for a moment before settling into focus.
Where... am i?
The walls were foreign, the bed too firm, the she ...
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