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Ugh.

Drat.

Ffffffuu.... With greatest difficulty, Howl rolls over onto his front, face to the floor. "Hell's teeth."

It's a very fine phrase, given the way he's feeling at the moment. "I have a hangover."

The floor is so, so comfortable. He's really quite disinclined to move at all.

Ever.

For as long as he lives.

That's the last time he goes to his Rugby Club reunion.