Timothy woke up and rubbed his forehead. He felt strangely groggy, strangely ill. He'd been at the ball the night before, and he still had to give Emily her Valentine's present, as he wanted it to be just them and no one else there.
He rubbed his forehead once again. Maybe he'd drunk far too much punch. But he'd only had a little.
He shifted himself
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