This morning I woke up with the worst headache ever. I don't know why, but it's killing me and no, I'm not hung over. I can't drink yet.
My birthday's coming up. It's in April. I'll be twenty one.
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"Guess that's a local's way of breaking the ice. Anyway, you know what this is all about. My assignment is to search for the President's missing daughter."
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