She woke and it was already incredibly light. She guessed it be around 10.
She reached to the bedside table for her cigarettes as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
She remembered going to three or four bars and then there had been talk of trying that new club, but she wasn't sure if they'd actually gone there.
She lit a cigarette and realised that the way her head felt was a good indication that they had made it there after all.
Downstairs the severed head sat in the fridge waiting to be discovered.
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