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Samlin Greenham
I open the stopper of toothpaste idly and stick some at my brush. I examine my face at the mirror - messy, high brown hair, static big blue eyes, red cheeks, swollen lips and wearing soft woollen pajamas.
What did I do last night?
As though to answer my question, my phone chimes with a chirp, lying on the cabinet. I pick up it and read the message.
Lynn texted : 'Did you have a good sleep last night?'
Last night? Was he with me? Where? Why can't I remember?
I text : 'Were you with me? Was in the hospital? I know I might sound absurd but I can't remember it clearly.'
Lynn : 'You really don't remember what you did do with me last night?' with a smirky emoji.
What? What does he mean?
I quickly wash my face with water, rubbing my cheeks. Yesterday, at afternoon, I was at our family graveyard, wasn't I? I spent some time there alone and talked. Then_ I went to a bar maybe. Oh God, I must hav
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