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Luca's P.O.V. Urgh!!. There's nothing worse than waking up in the morning after a heavy night of drinking and having to deal with all of the awful side effects of it. You'd think I'd be used to the hangovers now with how much I drink but I'm not and I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I groaned in discomfort as I turned over to my left hoping to snuggle up with my husband but I ended up recoiling like a vampire when the bright sunlight hit my eyes. I also flinched when I straightened out my hand and felt pain in my stiff knuckles. I look down at my hand and my eyes widened when I saw they were bruised and cut up to f**k. What the f**k?. How did I hurt my hand like this?. What happened last night?. Wait, how did I get home?. Fuck, how much did I drink last night?. Normally w