I rubbed my face with both hands and groaned again before finally dragging myself out of bed. My place was small, a single-floor penthouse with way too many windows for the two of us. Yes my friend lived with me.
The house a little luxurious, close to campus, clean, and quiet when my dumbass of a friend didn't throw parties.
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