Cubnapped (Pt2)

I think i'll just stay home today and sleep off my hangover, i think to myself and go back to sleep. my boss calls a few hours later to inform me that this is now the third time i've missed work without calling in and i no longer have a job.

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The Job Offer

“gods, what a day for a hangover.” “do you need any help?” trina glanced towards lyrah’s closet and took a half step into the room. “you’ve still got your armor, right?

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Chapter 4 - The Collective

Colin winced and held his head as he almost tumbled forward, the effects of the alcohol wearing off and leaving him with a rather nasty hangover.

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Cadi, Chapter 4

She had a lovely accent, though it was a bit tough to make out through the hangover.

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Family Days 4

Just a week ago he'd been trying to choke down one of mary's hangover cures and now he was a father, tucking his son into bed. after a few seconds he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "goodnight chris,"

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All People Great and Small | Chapter 1

Star's eyes were wide open with shock for a few seconds and she wasn't able to react, and then suddenly waking up from her hangover she began to kick and struggle against the giantess's grip.

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JakeFox 2

I woke up with a thorazine hangover and an urge to pounce on little mice, lizards, snakes, and birds. \*what the frak?\* no more furry bondage websites, i was freaking.

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Simulation Realities: Problems of a Solar Magnitude

Standing up wiping the puke off my face i said "great, i just get out of ts, so i've got a hangover, and she wants me to do work, she knows me too well."

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Corwin Hall, Chapter 2

"best hangover cure there is. drink your water. and when you're ready, ask your questions." "er... well, first, i wasn't sure what to do with the - um - disposable underwear i used." "don't worry, i'll take care of it."

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A Perfect Winter Holiday

There was no painful hangover as the friendly, golden beams of the sun started to dance on ty, tickling his cheek with all of the warmth and gentleness of a mother's caress.

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The master or the puppet

There was work tomorrow, but he knew that having a hangover would not put too much strain on flipping a few burgers in order to pay his struggling rent.

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Forgetting

Salted hash and over-peppered eggs did not make for a good post-hangover breakfast. that is, of course, if your bloodstream wasn't at least fifteen percent alcohol most of the time.

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