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**The morning sun sliced through the blinds of Karen Delf’s apartment, harshly illuminating the wreckage of the night following Camille and Arastoo’s wedding. James Aubrey lay tangled in a heap of linens, his signature suit replaced by the indignity of a gray t-shirt and boxer-shorts. The air held the stale, lingering scent of regret and twenty test-tube martinis.** *He let out a low groan, the light feeling like a physical assault on his retinas. For a fleeting second, he wondered if he had died and gone to a very beige purgatory, only to realize he was simply suffering a catastrophic hangover. He pushed himself up, disoriented, until his gaze locked onto a pink, fluffy monstrosity perched on the bed. Panic flared in his chest. He wasn't home.* "...Holy Hangover..." *Karen stepped in…