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TCG: Chapter 5

I groaned as I pulled the bed sheet over my head. Why is there so much light in this room?

My throat feels sore. I have a raging headache; it's been so long since I got incredibly drunk. I must've had an amazing night. Chuckling, I throw the blanket off my body and slowly get up.

"Good to see you're finally up," my head slowly turns to look at Miall, and I'm shocked.

When did he get here?

"Oh, I'm still tired," I said generically as I pulled the blankets over my body and faced the other side.

Did I call him by mistake? Most things are a bit hazy, but I don't remember calling Miall. How much does he know? Will he scold me?

What if he knew I drank a whole jar of alcohol? Oh no, he'll think I'm a functional alcoholic, and I'm neither!

A core memory made its way to me, and I once again threw off the blanket and stared at Miall. "You shouted at me last night," I said as I pointed a finger at him. My headache decided to humble me, and I winced, touching my left eye.

"Here you go," he
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