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It was the same music. Same dress types-black, crystals, tight. Same heels, same hair style. Same feeling when you were drunk. Same feeling of disappointment when you were down playing poker. Same exhilaration when you’ve cleared the table.     The giggles, champagne. The flirting, the hopes. The kisses, the orgasms. Suddenly, Alana could see through… Read More

Sober

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