I woke up the next day with a pounding headache, a telltale sign of the previous night's excesses. He squinted against the bright morning light filtering through the curtains, each ray feeling like a stab in his already throbbing temples. As I lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of the night before, a sense of dread washed over him. Something significant had happened, and it was slowly coming back to him.
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