It was morning, or maybe that was what Chloe thought when she opened her eyes and the light was blinding. Pain shot through her head, and she browned in displeasure. 

This was a foreign feeling, a feeling she had never felt before, making her squeeze back her eyes closed. She moved slowly, feeling her limbs heavy and achy. She pushed her hand into her air and brushed it off her face. 

God, she had learned her lesson about drinking just because she didn't want to remember anything. 

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