A really long fiction :D but i had a lot of fun while writing it :)
Still half asleep Mac feels a warm body next to his. Still half asleep his hand runs over this soft warm skin. Still half asleep he wraps one arm around her waist. Still half asleep his hand goes higher, wanting to touch lots of wonderful curls, to fell long hair. But there are no curls, long hair but no curls. His hand stops, like frozen. His now wide open eyes see a well known face with closed eyes. And in the moment he remembers what happened last night he just wants to commit suicide. It’s early, not bright outside yet....
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