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“Looks like you’re up. How’s the hangover?” Ketal greeted her with a smirk.

“I’m fine...”

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t the type to forget things just because she had a little too much to drink. And this morning, that trait wasn’t doing her any favors.

She remembered everything. She had spent hours pouring her heart out to Ketal, complaining how hard her life was.

“I’m sorry. I can’t believe I showed you such a shameful side of me,” Milayna said.

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