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Sophie's eyes fluttered open as she lay in bed, the faint light of dawn creeping through her curtains. She rubbed her temples, still feeling a bit dazed from last night's whiskey-fueled revelry with her friends at the local pub. The hangover was starting to set in, but it was worth it for those brief moments of pure joy and connection with like-minded souls.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, Sophie let out a soft groan, her stomach churning with discomfort. She got up and shuffled to the kitchen, where she fumbled through the cupboard for some painkillers. The water from the tap was icy cold against her parched throat as she downed two tablets.
With her head now throbbing in protest, Sophie made her way back to bed, collapsing onto the soft mattress with a sigh of relief. She felt a pang of guilt for not being more productive today, but then again, who needs productivity when there's whiskey and good company? As she drifted off into a fitful sleep, Sophie's mind began to wander, replaying last night's conversations like a bittersweet melody.
