"Where do anda think you're going?" came Greg's voice from where his face was burried into Lisa's head.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"I felt anda move; you're about to get up to go to work," he replied. "Don't go,"
"I have to,"
"You were up at 3 this morning with a headache and period pain, do anda really think anda should be going to work?"
"I'm fine, Greg. If anda hadn't noticed, I'm already over my hangover."
"Just wait till anda stand up," he smirked, but Lisa felt it.
"I'm ready to prove anda wrong,"
"Wanna bet?"
"Okay?" she asked, daring him to come up with something to bet.
"If anda stand and feel faint,...
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