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Ciara Mendes

I woke up on the bathroom floor, suffering from an excruciating headache and intense stomach pain. The stench of vomit clung to my hair and clothes, making the situation both disgusting and embarrassing. My mouth tasted like acid, reminiscent of what I imagine old, dirty socks would taste like.

I brushed my teeth before crawling into the shower, scrubbing my body until I finally felt clean. As I stepped out, I grabbed the glass partition to steady myself, my head swirling as if I had been spinning in circles for hours instead of just showering.

After getting dressed in a simple pink bodysuit and jeans, I debated whether to go back to sleep or get something to eat. My hunger won out, as I was absolutely ravenous.

Rubbing my neck and back as I entered the kitchen, I winced at the dull aches reminding me of the previous night’s antics; I guess that's the price I pay for getting drunk and crashing on the bathroom floor like a wild teenage girl.

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