We don't own the character names, but we do own the things they do. And oh, those things they do...
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EPOV
I groaned softly as I stretched my aching muscles. It was Monday, I was hungover, and I really did not want to get up to go to work.
What time is it, anyway?
I knew that it had to be after five-thirty in the morning, because Jasper was already up and most likely elbow-deep in his latest project. I hadn't heard the alarm go off, though, so when I saw that it was already a quarter 'til seven, I bolted upright, instantly regretting the sudden movement as my head started to both throb and spin at the same time.
Fuuuuck...

