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Taken at the nightclub!
It was late into the night. I was in the height of early 2000s fashion in a dangerous short, figure-hugging dress with a fancy cowl neckline. Music blared, lights of all colors floating around the dim dance floor. It was crowded. Bodies everywhere, too warm, and I was drunk. Too drunk to make good choices, so I drank the shot the handsome man next to me bought. And the one after that. And the one after that...turns out he knew the bartender, too! He kept a hand on the small of my back as he talked me up. I focused on the sensation as my awareness of the rest of the bar dimmed. I was drunk, very drunk, but not so drunk I didn't realize I had been drugged! My head swam, and I had trouble seeing straight. That rough hand on my b ack steered me around a to a corner of the bar. We were stil
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