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Sweet Hatred - Chapter 207: Tired
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... omething stale and the inside of a metal can. My head throbbed, dull and heavy, as if someone had stuffed bricks into my skull. I didn’t remember getting there. I just remembered the bottle. The feeling of regret. And then black.
The room was still dark. Still cold. The TV was off, the blanket half on the floor, and my phone was somewhere buried between me and the pillow. When I finally found it, the screen lit up with a stream of missed calls from Sarah.
Six. No, seven.
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