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I groaned, cursing Toby’s stupid alarm clock. ‘Turn that thing off,’ I hissed. He didn’t answer, not even the drunken babbling of a half-asleep bum. ‘Dude….’ It took tremendous effort, the stuff of legends, really, to pry open my eyes with the force of will alone. The will to strangle this bastard with his alarm’s power cord. Nonetheless, I managed to restrain that most logical urge and settled the problem with means more condoned by society: sheer physical violence instead of downright murder. Against the clock, to be exact. Not Toby. Not Today.
My fist came down on it, pushing that big, white button and shaking the entire nightstand. ‘This will cost you extra next time, buddy.’ My dry throat produced every word in that croaky, undefined manner you’d expect after a night of heavy drinking and, looking at my passed-out Friend, maybe a tinge more.