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It was eight o’clock when I got home that night, and I was restless. Usually, I would put a frozen dinner in the microwave to heat up while I showered, then watch whatever show I had recorded. But I wasn’t in the mood. I needed to get out for a change, maybe celebrate my promotion. In my mind I could almost see John cheering me on in my decision.
I decided to go to Burkhart’s. It was nine o’clock in the evening when I got to the club. I ordered a beer and watched the patrons as they danced and sang along badly with the karaoke machine. I’d never been a big fan of clubbing and preferred things a little quieter. But it was still nice to do something different for a change, in the company of other men. Made me feel less lonely, I guess. Around eleven o’clock, after turning down mult
