When Eric thought about the way Doris had stood up to Richard, he remembered the w***e who'd spat wine in his face the last time he'd been at the cub. The girls were similar in height and figure, and they both had the same stunning eyes. Eric shook his head in an attempt to shake the feeling of déjà vu. Could they be the same girl? – he asked himself – No. That was impossible. After all, the w***e had a mole at the corner of her eye!
Eric turned to the entrance of the club and saw Doris and Lydia outside. They were waiting for a taxi. Until next time - he thought, and he smiled, confident that there would be the next time.
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Because Doris didn't think it would be safe to leave Lydia alone, she brought her friend home. When they arrived, the lights were on, which reminded her
