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I jerk up from the bed, breathing heavily.

I groan loudly and grip my banging head. It feels like someone is knocking several nails into my head, and I can't stop the raging fire burning up my body from inside. My eyes are heavy and filled with pain, and my throat feels so sore.

My head is blank, and it's making it impossible for me to remember the events that took place yesterday, but I do know one thing: I drank more than I could hold in.

My sour mouth proves me right. I think I ...