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12.
Genie woke up to the sound of loud ringing in her head, a solid weight behind her and something poking into her back.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw that her left leg was thrown over a very much awake Malik.
"How's the head?",he asked her.
"Terrible. I wanna die", she croaked. The ringing in her ears seemed to become louder and louder by the moment.
"Always like this after a night of cocktail?",he smirked.
Genie slapped her hand to
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