Your cell phone rings, waking Ты from a peaceful sleep. Ты reluctantly climb out of постель, кровати to find it, wrapping a sheet around Ты and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call Ты at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, Ты smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. Ты flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” Ты say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
“Yeah, nice to hear from you, too, Mom,” Ты say sarcastically.
“Where...
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