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Norah was so hung over. The room spun every time she moved, and she had spent most of the morning sitting by the toilet, trying to figure out if she was going to puke or not. Now she was laying on the couch in the main room, hand over her eyes, contemplating if she’ll literally ever drink alcohol again. Who’s idea was it to drink on a Sunday night anyway??
Probably her’s, she resolved. Actually- it was most definitely her idea. She let out a self pitying noise, turning to press her face into the pillows. This must be the universe punishing her for her sins. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Norah registered that another person had joined her in the room. Moving and opening one eye very, very slowly, she registered the face in the doorway. “Mm- hey Blake. I can leave if you need me to.”