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Chapter Sixty Three

JADE'S POV

The banging in my head as I force my eyes open from my long, dreamless sleep is a reminder of why I need to permanently steer clear of alcohol in my life.

Spiked juices and fruit punches too.

I groan as I get out of my sleeping bag, tired to the bones, my muscles protesting with every movement I make, aching.....

I know for a fact that last night had gotten a little wild, but as I stand in the middle of my tent, alone, I can't for the life of me recall how wild it had become or how involved in all of it I'd gotten.

Clearly enough to have me this tired this morning, with my head threatening to blow off of my neck any second from now and my eyes hurting.

I chuck it up to a hangover as I rummage through my stuffs, looking for an advil or aspirin that I know I didn't pack, anything to relieve me of this hell.

I find my phone instead, and turned it on to check what time it is and I'm surprised to see that it's already so late into the morning.

Fuck.

The panic building that's bee
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