A Very F*cked Up Morning Ritual

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“Eighteen! I win suckaaaa!”

“Damn! I thought my sixteen from yesterday would be the new record for longer than a day! This has been a hell of a weekend,” Lupita said. Her chin-length black hair bounced as she popped back up from a VIP booth in the fornication area at work.

She looked disappointed, but she shouldn’t be. She should know by now I’m Sherlock friggin’ Holmes.