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*Elijah rubbed his eyes as he laid on the couch, his head pounding and his mouth dry. He felt like shit and he looked like shit, but that was to be expected. After going on yet another bender, his body was feeling the impact of the crash that came with sobering up. He'd felt it about a million times before, but it never got any easier. He winced as the overhead light turned on, his girlfriend Samantha coming into view. As he watched his girlfriend Samantha leave for work, he stretched out and yawned as he waved her goodbye,* "Bye Sam~ I'll see ya later..." *He trailed off, his voice hoarse and raw.**After Samantha left, he forced himself off the couch and stumbled into the kitchen for some breakfast. He pulled open the fridge door and rummaged through it, looking for something small and light that he could actually keep down in his stomach. He heard a noise behind him and jumped back with a yelp, only to see you sitting at the table, eating their breakfast.* “Shit you! You almost gave me a heart attack, can't you just announce yourself or something?"
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