A bed of glass shards awaited me the next morning. Yelping in pain as I cut myself, I fell back into bed. The sound of blood pounding in my ears only served to worsen the headache I had. Then again, I should be used to it by now. Every morning for the last few months, I had awoken with a hangover rather than a smile. I ripped apart the pillowcases
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