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Chapter Thirty-One: What About Me?
Renee Needless to say, my party mood was totally squashed. Brock’s cold, clipped words followed me out of their office and back up the dimly lit stairs. I felt like I was climbing through a portal from one world into another. It was so hard to reconcile what was going on downstairs with the happy, drunk, carefree buzz upstairs. I stopped for just a moment to say goodbye to my new friends and exchange numbers, but the flashing lights and the smell of sweating bodies were suddenly very nauseating. As soon as I got out the front door I found myself taking deep breaths of the cool night air. My mind was reeling. What in the actual hell? Calling a taxi, I then waited impatiently in the crowded parking lot for the driver to arrive. I was tapping my foot all the while, cataloging all t
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