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There are many ways that Andy wakes up. Let's be honest here. He's a twenty-something single man who has friends that make bad choices and know women who make worse. So this wouldn't have been the first time he was confused or lost. It wouldn't even be the first time that he had poor memory of the night before. Sure, most of that stopped after he graduated, but there was still the odd weekend- especially after a stag party or wedding- like this one.
It was Sunday, and the last thing Andy remembered was this beautiful woman that he couldn't place on either side of the wedding party. It didn't matter, he was certain and she had this drink...
But that didn't explain why his pants were suddenly so big- or why the bed was so long. He was hungover, that had to be it, and as Andy made his way to the bathroom to well. We all know what guys do first thing in the morning, and as he ajusted himself to take aim- he very, very much realized that that had been rather larger the night before. Hell, even his hands were bigger.
Standing on his tip-toes to look in the mirror Andy did the only thing a twenty-something year old man could do. He screamed.
Pants falling down his ankles, tee hanging off his shoulder Andy dove into his trousers from the night before looking for his phone. Call history had his last phone number as Molly, his little sister. Without hesitation he dialed, not even waiting for her to say hello he started.