A knock on the door made Kippel groan as he woke, his world spinning around him and his head pulsing from the hangover. He sniffled as he shifted, his whole body aching and refusing to comply with his will to stand from the couch. His mouth was dry and bitter, still tasting the illegal moonshine from the night before on his breath and once he was on his feet and wavering, he realized he was still somewhat intoxicated.
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