You wake up with a throbbing headache.
And what a headache it is. Ugh. More like a migraine."Why me," you think to yourself. "Why me?"
Slowly, you raise yourself up from your incredibly uncomfortable spot on the cold, hard ground and decide you'd better figure out where here the heck you are. It's dark, and the only things you have in your pockets are a flashlight, 2 HB pencils, and a stick of Juicy Fruit™... well, at least that's all you remember having.
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