Chapter 11-1

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Chapter Eleven ALEX Dylan: We’re going out to find a bar and go dancing. Wanna join? I shake my head at his dumb ass. Alex: Guess that headache went away quickly. Taking the elevator back down to the lobby, I decide to grab a drink from the cabana until they’re out of the room. Dylan: f**k you. Beer will solve that. Alex: Beer Goggles. Good idea, man. Dylan: Yeah, whatever. You comin’ or not? Alex: Nah. Gonna grab a drink by the pool. Go have fun with the future Mrs. Hart. Dylan: That’s not even funny! Damn, I thought you gettin’ laid would soften you up. I blow out a breath of frustration. Alex: Text me if you’re not coming back tonight so I don’t worry she’s kidnapped you. Dylan: Yeah, I will. Finding a seat at the bar, I order my usual and watch the people around me. Looki

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