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Chapter 3: I've Heard of Shotgun Weddings Before...
The next morning I woke up dazed and alone. My mind seemed to be shrouded
in fog. There was something important in the fog, too, but I couldn't find
it. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had had sex with somebody the
night before. The room reeked of pussy. I got up groggily and fixed myself
some tea. I went out to get the Sunday morning paper, intending to read it
as I drank my tea. After four cups of English Breakfast and half the comics,
I gave up. I went back to bed.
I woke up with a start. It was almost dark outside, meaning I had been
asleep for almost seven hours. I sure felt a lot better, but I was sure that
getting back to sleep and getting up Monday morning was going to be a bitch.
I brushed the fur off my teeth and fixed dinner. I ate a _lot_, even using
the Thanksgiving definition of the word. After dinner, I read the abandoned
paper, waiting for the after-meal "sleepies" to hit. With all the food I had
eaten, I knew they'd hit me hard.
They did - sort of. Within three minutes of lying down, I was asleep.
Instead of the heavy duty power nap I had anticipated, I slept lightly,
fitfully, having a recurring dream of a beautiful dark-haired woman with
brown eyes. I kept dre
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