Cutter's P.O.V.
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The sun shining in my face woke me. My eyes snapped open in panic and quickly shut. My head was throbbing painfully. My body felt heavy. My throat felt like sandpaper. Everything fu.cking hurt.
God, what the hell happened? Why am I in so much pain? Did I drink too much last night?
No, that doesn't make sense. I don't remember drinking a lot. In fact... I don't remember much of anything. My memories are blurry, fogged over. I can make our bits and pieces, but not enough to understand what the hell happened.
"Wait, Harlan, again?"
That voice... that's fuzzy in my memories, but I think I know it.
"Harlan... yes... right there."
"Oh sh.it Harlan..."
"Not again Harlan... I can't..."
"One more time..."
"Harlan..."
"Harlan..."
"Oh go
