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She sat on the edge of her bed in a daze, silently willing herself to calm down. The sound of the alarm clock broke through Kara's thoughts, and she sighed as she moved to turn it off - the automatically chosen radio station was more input than her hangover fueled headache could handle. She eyed her cell phone again, but this time it was with the intent of calling out of work.
Kara's best friend, Amy, had embraced everything life had to offer with a smile. For this alone Kara was envious, but it had never evolved into the sort of jealousy that leads so many potentially wonderful friendships down bitter roads. The tears came easily and without warning. Kara restrained herself from picking up the phone and calling Amy's voicemail; the need to hear her friend's voice was nearly overwhelming.
Kara sighed, trapped somewhere alone with her migraine, somewhere between being asleep and awake. Her friend had been beloved by everyone she came across, or so it had seemed. It was difficult to think that someone had hurt her, even if it was eventually deemed an accident.
It had been an overwhelming month, and it was strange to think that a birthday party could be so closely linked to her best friend's funeral. That simple fact explained the overabundance of tequila that had been senselessly imbibed the night before.
It was early morning, and it seemed as though it had only been seconds since her head had hit the pillow. The time was far too early for a sunrise – it couldn’t be more than a few strokes past midnight. A migraine was working its way into her temples, and suddenly she remembered just how many shots of tequila she had had at her birthday party.