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   “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Miranda opened her eyes. Her first mistake. The morning light burned.
    She twisted her head to the left. Mistake number two. The world spun, her stomach lurched, her muscles screamed. Her cottonmouth filled with the sour taste of bile.
    Better not to move.
    Go slow, she warned herself. Focused on taking one breath, then another, tried to ignore the throbbing pain in her head. Take stock.
    Arms and legs: fully functional. Too heavy to move.
    Location: burning white sun, jagged rocks digging into her back. So, outside. Somewhere, for some reason.
    Miscellaneous: Shirt on the ground. Bra unhooked. Her left arm squashed between her chest and the ground, her right arm propped up on something. Something that moved.
    Uh-oh.
    Her breathing was like thunder in her ears. She held it. The roaring stopped. And she heard him.
    She twisted her head around. “Oooooooooh noooooooo.” A weak and scratchy wheeze, but still too loud. She winced. He woke.
    “Unnnh?” Adam shook his head and propped himself up, then dropped back down to the ground. “What am I . . . what are you . . .?”
    There was a party, Miranda remembered.  Images floated across her brain.
    Beer.  Lots of beer.
    Kane’s arms holding her up.
    More beer.
    Kane . . . A sharp pain cut through the dull throbbing in her head. Kane, leaving her behind.
    The trees. Adam. Unbuttoning her shirt. His tongue . . .
    “What did I do?” she whispered. Her throat burned. “Adam,” she croaked. His eyes had slipped shut again. His chest was bare. “Adam!”
    “Uh?”
     Her arm was still lying on top of him. She jerked it away, heaved herself over onto her back. “Do you remember what . . . what did we . . .” No. Not possible. She closed her eyes. No, no, no.
    Maybe.