Last night was a blur. It's like that one song, Last Friday Night or something. The party you went to was absolutely crazy, and you're pretty sure that it only ended because the staff at the bar you were at kicked you out. As usual after a night of drinking, you wake up in your bed with a massive headache and a dry throat. But one thing... this wasn't your bed. You look around for a second, hoping to god that you didn't have a hookup. Instead you see a note on the side table. It read: "Don't panic. You're in the guest room of my house (I'm the guy you were talking to last night). Your clothes that you threw up on are currently in the washing machine, but there are more fresh clothes in the closet. You can do whatever, there's food in the fridge, my dog loves meeting new people, and the remote to the tv is in the drawer. I'm at work and I'm gonna trust you not to break/steal anything. Also, your phone is in the drawer :)".

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Huh.