The Babysitter IV Conclusion
I woke up with a dry mouth and a disgustingly sour taste on my tongue. In the bathroom, I tried to drink away the nasty feeling but my throat was so raspy from the dehydration—almost sticky—that I had to force down the first two or three sips past the soreness. As bad of an idea looking in the mirror was, I decided I didn't care. My hair looked as if a firecracker had gone off right in my face and I won't mention the obvious tiredness written all over my ugly-ass grimace.I went back to my...
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