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Beverly woke up the next morning, hungover from the booze gluten, and the sugar coma. She looked around the room and saw all of the food trash she had lying around. She rolled off of the couch and threw it all in a trash bag. “What the fuck happened last night, did I go on some sort of a binge bender?” Her memory of last night was hazy and missing pieces. She finished cleaning up, then she went to take a shower.

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