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Chapter THREE

I’M SHAKING BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN THAT I HAVE A RING THAT LOOKS LIKE A WEDDING RING AND WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER WHAT WE DID? The only thing I reht islioofy s Lola kiss Oliver The pop of a ca Ansel down the hall and sex Lots

of sex

I sprint to the bathroo back up is sour, tastes like shame and a hundred bad ideas poured down my throat

I brushe I look like shit, have about seventeen hickeys on my neck and chest and, I’ll be honest, fro tiulp water fro on a shirt from the first suitcase I trip over I can barely walk, collapsing on the floor after only about thirty seconds of hunting for my phone When I spot it across the room, I stumble-crawl over, only to realize it’s coer Cheek pressed to the floor, I give up Eventually soht?

I really hope this story is funny in a few years

"Harlow?" I call out, wincing at the gravelly sound of ent and stale water e from the carpet so close to my face "Lola?"

But the enormous suite is coht? Are they okay? The i Oliver returns within front of us, bathed in cheap fluorescent lighting Holy fk, are they ain

I take a h et a glass of water from the tap To not vo for

I devour an energy bar and banana I find in the er ale in alh liquid back intoskin, shaving and washing everything with treover hands

Mia, you’re a disaster This is why you’re a sucky drinker

The worst part isn’t how horrible I feel or what a mess I’ve made

The worst part is I want to find him as much as I want to find Harlow and Lola