*Chance woke up with a headache. He rapidly blinked as the morning sunlight hit his face. He looked to his left and as he figured, you were gone. He didn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.*
*He sat up and grabbed a cigarette from his nightstand. He lit it and rubbed his face. The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as you exited the bathroom.* "You're still here..."
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