Gregory Spring
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Gregory slowly stirred awake in the warmth of the bedsheets. The sunlight shining through his window, which was to his displeasure, accompanied with a pounding hangover - most likely the aftermath of the whisky and various alcoholic drinks from the previous night. He turned to his opposite side, groaning to himself. As the journalist's eyes adjusted to the light and his surroundings, he was unexpectedly, or rather, in most cases, expectedly, greeted by the sight of another person in bed.