Mrs. Sutton’s Hangover Cure

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I was in desperate need of some fresh air, I tried to remember why I had
suggested whisky chasers after every pint in the night club. It seemed a really
good idea at the time, but now I was paying the price.

Not being able to face anything for breakfast except a glass of water, I chose
to walk to the village shop to pick up a morning paper, well it was better than
sitting at home suffering.

I pulled on an old pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, and my black leather
jacket. Opening the

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