He stared at the divorce papers and felt sad. He drank champagne to forget his problems. The night was a blur, and he drank a lot.
The next morning, he woke up with a monstrous hangover. His head was pounding, and he felt terrible. He slowly got out of bed and staggered to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, hoping to find something to make him feel better as usual forgetting that he had just gotten a divorce.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he remembered the divorce was real. He was alone, and it hurt. He wished he could turn back time, but he knew he couldn't. He took some medicine for his hangover and tried to face the new day. Indeed he had forgotten what it meant to be single. It was going to be tough, but he had to move on.
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