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... en a dying animal and a broken garbage disposal.
His eyelids felt like they’d been glued shut with cement, and when he finally managed to pry them open, the room spun like he was on a fucking carousel.
He rolled over on the couch, his body moving with all the grace of a rusty robot, joints cracking and popping in protest.
Every movement felt like wading through thick mud. His head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
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