It was just 7am and the sun had risen in Noto. Rays of sunlight had managed to escape into Lorenzo's fully furnished bedroom, softly pressing against the pores of his skin. His eyes flinched immediately. He raised his palm to intercept its light but his attempts proved futile, he was awake already. He stared at his window blinds, he had absolutely forgotten to draw the blinds the previous night- anyways, it was too late to draw them now, he thought.Lorenzo stood up from bed with a stretch. He had no memory whatsoever of what had happened the previous night except that he had drank so much wine. His head still hurt from the hangover, but he was used to it already. He took one more step forward and felt something warm under his feet. looking down, he realized he had trampled upon the shirt he wore the previous day. He racked his brain trying to figure out what it was doing on the floor in the first place. It must have been so hot last night. He thought as he picked it up and hanged it
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