Hangover

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From the pounding head, vomit taste in my mouth and dehydrated feeling, I figured I must have heavily been drinking last night. Cracking my eyes open, I begin walking out of bed. I suddenly stop, frozen in my spot when I catch something from the corner of my eyes.

Time seemed to have stopped. All the blood drained from my face as I stared unblinking at the stranger in my bed. My brain was desperately scrambling to make sense of it all and questions flooded into my mind.

What happened last night? Who is he?

And...

Why was he dead?

(100 words)

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