Plus, my motor skills are probably still shot to hell from last night, especially considering the fact that I can barely get passed the constant ringing in my ears and throbbing in my temples—not to mention the disgusting taste of vodka-infused vomit that’s still lingering in the back of my throat.
Still, I’m pretty darn sure that what I’m feeling right here and right now is someone else’s skin.
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