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Ugh… Her head was killing her. Drinking an entire bottle of Fireball Whiskey had been a bad  idea. For most people, it would have been straight up lethal. The Brutal Hero groaned and rolled  over, giving up. It was too bright and noisy to be awake right now. She decided to just sleep for  another few hours. Maybe the pounding behind her eyes would go away… 

Bzz. On the bedside table, the Brutal Hero’s phone began to vibrate. The hero opened her eyes  slightly and glared at the phone, willing grievous bodily harm on whoever’s on the other end of  the line. Bzz. Jesus Christ, was her phone always that loud?

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