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Chapter 62 : Wishful dream
Primrose woke up to the smell of bitterness. It was so bad that her nose twitched and she woke up retching. A softness under her body nearly took her out as she fell on the carpet in surprise. The room belonging to her and Cassius slowly came into view as her sleep faded away and soberness came through with it's parting presence. "Goodness, I'm never drinking in this world again!" She slowly got up while grumbling about the strange effect of alcohol on her body. She sat back down on the bed and the bitterness reached the nose again. Primrose sniffed again, resisting the urge to pour out the contents of her stomach. Right next to the bed was a glass of dark liquid. At first glance it looked no better than sewer water. Fortunately, it only smelled bitter not the actual thing. The
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