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The world swims and even the dim view through half closed eyelids is too bright for your taste. After closing your eyes tightly once again and focusing on ignoring the commingling tastes of copper and cotton in your mouth you notice that for some reason your hands are clammy and cold and that your shoulders are stiff and sore. "This is going to be one hell of a hangover," you think grimly. Your mind drifts back to last night, to the events of your 18th birthday. It was a party of unmatched...
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