Eleven

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One of the coolest things one gets to enjoy in Downtown is the fast ride orders with cool designated drivers. As soon as I and Cara gets off our ordered ride, Cara moves her hand to hold mine and I let her. “Don’t be too shocked, just flow.” She whispers in my ear and I take in a deep breath. The name on the club seems to have no meaning to me and if there is already a party going on in there the building must be sound proofed because I can’t hear a single sound from the building even as we approach closer. “I had paid for a ticket for two, we do not want our face painted. I want the Samantha Masquerade mask for the both of us. I want her eye makeup smokey-hot.” Cara says to someone I can just tell is a woman due to her hourglass shape as she shows her phone’s screen to her. The doors

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