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ed about Sartre and CAD
programs and sex and war and got a little high. It was a wonderful thing
to have good friends. Not really friends actually, but colleagues and
acquaintances. And then that icecream was a great way to finish off. No
calories. None. Not one! Atleast that is what the label said, though
Andrew pickering claimed that it was just dishonest advertising.
Slight headache though. Never had one normally, though Takaou Ayatsuki remembered
waking up with a migrane several times in the last few weeks. Must have
drunk more than usual ... or maybe the icecream ... ummm. Takaou Ayatsuki dozed off
till the sun climbed a few inches and shone again on Takaou's face. "Ngggh!"
Wriggled away from it again, but a sense of duty made Takaou's turn around and lie back. Definitely a
hangover. Takaou Ayatsuki squinted painfully at the light and moaned. Pulled Takaou's
pillow over Takaou's eyes and rubbed against its soft surface. "Mmmm!!".
Wriggled to get the bedcover from uncomfortable parts of Takaou's body.
Wriggled some more.
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