Greg's Dreaded Return

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In the morning the following day, Greg woke up with a splitting headache.

The blazing sun split through the window and cast a shadow across Greg's face as he yawned to welcome the new day.

For some reason, he woke up feeling not so energetic.

''Fuck,'' he muttered and started to look for his handy bag. There, he had all sorts of tea for different reasons in that bag, and he was about to drink some tea for the sake of the headache he had.

It was not until he started to look for his handy bag, that he realized that he had not actually unpacked his luggage.

Eventually, he found the tea and quickly made himself a fix and in the next twenty minutes, his head was clear.

It didn't take long before his phone rang. It was Lucy.

"Sleep well?" She asked as soon as Greg picked up the call.

"Hi. Good morning, Lucy. Did you sleep well?" Greg asked her back.

Lucy smiled.

"I did. I'm calling to give you a heads-up that I am about to tell my uncle about you. So, you should get ready