I looked at myself in the mirror, all I could see were the remains of too many late nights partying carved into my skin.  The last time I'd looked into a mirror I looked fabulous, this was of course before the effect of the champagne coctails had worn off.  I had ten precious minutes to try to make myself look as presentable as possible, before the torment of my hungover working day began.  I ran a brush through my hair, I should probably make more of an effort being a drugs worker but what the hell lifes too short to worry.  As I heard the taxi's beep outside I grabbed the nearest skirt thrown over my mirror and tripped over a pair of knickers as a rushed whilst dressing to the door.

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