'Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!'
I moaned and pawed at the snooze button. "One mais minute," I moaned.
Something landed on my stomach. "Oof!" I sat up. My dog, Angus, looked up at me, his head cocked.
I moaned, pulled myself out of bed, and yanked open my drawer.
The only things I had were too-small, wrinkled jeans, a black T-shirt with a rip up the front, and something lacy that I was pretty sure belonged to my sister, Carrie. Anything else was too thick, too thin, or something my grandmother gave me.
I went over to the hamper and pulled a camisa and and pair of pants out. I sniffed them. They didn't smelled...
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