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Grace McLeod woke up. She looked around, not remembering where she was. Her eyes fell on the person sleeping next to her.
"Damn!" Her night at the pub had been very eventful- and the result of the previous evening was beginning to stir. Quickly, she got up and dressed, then sat down, waiting for the man to wake up.
"Ohh, my head..." his voice trailed off, after seeing Grace "Oh no. Grace, did we..."
"I assume we did." Grace didn't seem shocked, but instead sounded amused. "Was it good for you, honey?"
"Uhh. I can't remember. Can you remember anything?"
"Hmm. Let's see." Grace let her mind drift to the preceding evening, and the events leading up to her arrival at the pub...