JANET.I felt sore, in every way possible, and everything of the context. My throat burned, my head felt so heavy, my gaze blurred, I felt nauseous… sick to my fucking belly.Pushing myself up, I glanced around… where was I? A sticky note stared silently by my pillow, I picked it up to read a scribbled message.“Your alcohol level is shitty, Janet, I’ve left for the trip. Driver would be there by ten… get anything you want anywhere… love you… There’s a black card on the table and a key sis”I groaned, tossing my head back, feeling utterly like I’d been run over repeatedly by a freight train. I should not have drunk that much.I dragged myself out of the sheets, reaching for my phone, feeling the urge to pee only to realize it was twenty-three past nine. The driver would be here any minute…I glanced around the enormous house, where was my room? We’d drunk and ended up asleep… I couldn’t be late for my interview.My legs sloshed in wake as I staggered, pushing my body against the rail
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