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The worst thing about alcohol was the after-effect that we underwent the very next morning. The amount I gulped last night was something that I wouldn’t dare do in my regular life when I had a tremendous acquaintance with this aftermath for a long time. Headache, dryness in my throat, nausea feeling that kept hanging in my mouth, and the morning light that was hurting my eyes were all my friends with whom I had a love-hate relationship.

“I hate this,” I said, opening my eyes and using all the energy left in my body. At this moment, if I needed anything, it was food.

I assumed that the only person who didn’t eat any of the food that was served throughout the entire night at my grand reception last night was me. The menu was worth more than a million dollars and people devoured it without thinking. Instead of drinking a ton of alcohol, it would be great if I ate a little of everything, especially lobster.

It was the first time I was at a party where bisque was served as a welcome drink.
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