Chapter 27 Hangovers and Shadows

The next morning, Olivia awoke with a pounding head. She was face down on her blow-up mattress. In the distance she could hear that damn rooster cook-a-doodling like it had no idea it was going to be dinner if it didn’t shut up. Groaning in pain, she rolled over, hand on her temples. As the covers s...

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