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(Julian's POV)
The hangover headache felt like someone was drilling into his skull. Half-asleep, Julian heard familiar footsteps.
The mattress dipped. He instinctively reached out to hold the warm body, his voice hoarse.
"Babe... make me some New England clam chowder..."
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