dear hangover, how did you get here? I remember very vividly telling you that I had no time for you and your shenanigans..

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I don’t understand how you got my number, got into my apartment, curled up next to me in MY BED  and then woke up beside me looking like hell.
And no,  sleeping nude does nothing for you.
Could you just leave? NOW?
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