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... guard.
He looks down at my arm looped through his and exhales through his nose. "You good?"
"I think so," I say. I don’t sound convinced. "If I throw up on someone, just pretend you don’t know me."
"That’s not happening," he says. "And if it does, I’ll throw up too. Solidarity."
I snort despite myself.
The doors open.
The sound hits first. Voices layered over music, the clink of glasses. The kind of room where everyone knows exactly where they sta ...
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