You're suddenly woken up by your phone ringing. You groggily get out of bed and go to answer the phone. "Hello?" You mumble as you pick up the phone. "Hey, man. It's Grant. Me and the guys are going out for drinks. You wanna come?" You glance at your alarm clock. 12:28 AM. "Grant, it's 12 in the fucking morning. I gotta work tomorrow." "So, does that mean you don't wanna come?" You rub the bridge of your nose in annoyance. "Yes, it means I don't wanna come. Good night, Grant," you say as you hang the phone up and head back to bed. Right as you lay down, the phone rings again. You groan, and get up to answer it again. "Come on, man. Are you sure?" Grant asks as you put the phone to your ear. You start to tell him no again, but then a thought crosses your mind. He'll keep calling if you hang up, and you can't get any sleep with the phone constantly ringing. You could always unplug the phone so he can't bother you anymore, or you could give in and agree to go out for drinks. You decide to...
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