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Repair My Way Before It Breaks Me
Greg woke up the morning after the events at Vitae in the woods...somewhere, naked and disoriented. He sat there for awhile trying to remember what happened and how he got out here, but for the life of him he couldn't remember. There was the club and the group of them going in, but then nothing. There had to have been black magic involved and his uncontrolled werewolf state took over, but how the fuck did he end up in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere? He had been expecting to wake up in an alley somewhere as had been the case on a number of occasions.

He started walking and eventually came to a small town. Thankfully it was summer and some people still hung laundry out to dry. The wash line was relieved of a few items and Greg made his way to a phone. He called a friend of his in Chicago to come and get him. He sat on a bench in a park until his friend arrived.

When he got back to Chicago he went back to his place and got drunk beyond coherent thought. He spent the next few days drinking and smoking and not giving a shit about anything else.

When he needed fresh air again, he ventured out to park himself on a bar stool in a jazz club.