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The alarm goes off at 8:30AM, an hour after I had set it for, and somehow this time the incessant repetition of artificial wind chimes jolts me awake. My head is swimming, mouth dry, a sour, acrid taste coating my tongue and teeth.

I’m on the couch of my friend’s apartment, still dressed from the night before, the smell of tar from the cigarettes I’d chain-smoked early in to the morning is caked in to my hair, skin, and sweatshirt. I don’t smoke.