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Cocoa struggled to keep his eyes open. Was that his fourth drink? Fifth, maybe? The labels of the expensive liquor on the shelves in front of him danced and shifted, the letters appearing to be from a wild alien language. His head pounded. Cocoa knew he should have left earlier, but he couldn’t remember if he had anywhere to go besides his favorite hole-in-the-wall bar.

The brown rabbit pulled his hoodie sleeve back a little, looking down at his watch. The large numbers on the screen wouldn’t stand still, but it looked like it was past midnight. Cocoa wasn’t worried about being kicked out; this bar was open until the wee hours of the morning. He raised a finger and opened his mouth to ask the bartender for another round, but all that came out was a loud burp. It shocked him and knocked him right off his stool.

Thankfully, his butt broke his fall. He sat there for a moment, staring up at the dim lights over the bar, wondering what he was doing before he found himself on the sticky floor. It felt like there was something important he had to remember, but what was it?

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F_A_D

He remembered he needed to meet his friend Brenda like an hour ago

Anonymous

The sticky floor reminded him of how much he loved waffles and syrup, so it probably had something to do with a 24-hour breakfast restaurant and meeting somebody there as soon as they got off work.