“ I open one eye, then the other, fully appreciating how much like shit I feel, from my scuzzy mouth to my roiling stomach to my pounding headache.
Yep, I sure showed Raven last night. I drank half a bottle of scotch and sang Ben Folds Five’s “Song for the Dumped” at the top of my lungs for about two hours straight, and then I think I went swimming with my clothes on, guessing from the strong smell of chlorine around me and my still-damp clothes.
So what’s on the docket today, Your Honor?
Devi. We have a scene today. I stumble into the bathroom, where I drink approximately seven glasses of water and swallow a handful of Advil without bothering to count out how many.
Well, Cass. I think it’s about time you returned a certain favor for me.
I can’t wait. Can I come over now?
I glance up at the mirror, wincing at my reflection.
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