Nicole lay on the bed. Still slightly drunk from the night before. She was surprised that she had made it to work. If it hadn't been for Clio in the hall she probably would've thrown up everywhere, but her presence made it impossible: she had her pride to think about. The rain had woken slightly. Laying on the floor, it hit her harder than the hangover that she knew would follow this numbing solitude. She knew what she had to do.
And she would do it.
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