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She wasn't that drunk.

So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real.

Now here's the tinsy winsy problem;

She lives alone.
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Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day.

Everything just wasn't going well-right.

So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead.

Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women.

Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for.

And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all.

(p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on)

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