AlessandreI woke up with a pounding headache, a tight knot of shame coiling in my throat.The sunlight sliced through the drapes like an eager intruder, illuminating the room with a harsh brightness that felt accusatory. Groaning softly, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity, caught in a haze of confusion and regret.The ceiling didn’t seem to mind my distress; it remained silent and unyielding, just like the woman I couldn't face today.I glanced down at myself, realizing I was still wearing the same wrinkled shirt from last night's disastrous escapades, the fabric clinging to my damp skin. My mouth tasted of sour regret, a bitter reminder of my foolishness. My pride, meanwhile, lay in tatters, a casualty of my own choices.With a heavy sigh, I forced myself to sit up and spat out a curse, “You’re a fucking idiot.”Because I was. She had laid it all out for me so clearly: "Then stop acting like the man who made them."Damn it, how much sense that m
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