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‘I got to leave. I got to leave,’ Charlene chanted in her head like a fugitive as she walked away from their table. She then walked straight to the hallway, where the toilet area was located. Her eyes were all around yet, and she could feel from the back of her head that someone was watching and following her. Entering the ladies’ room, she got inside in one of the cubicles. She closed the lid of the toilet bowl and sat. Fisting her hands, “FUccccccck!” she let out her voice as she cursed, gritting quietly. “What’s wrong with you, Charlene!” she spoke to herself, snorting. She had consumed about two glasses of wine before the speech started, and she knew it wasn’t enough to give her smart head a boost. ‘I got to leave.’ “How about Andy.’ ‘She’