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... took her hand, weaving through the pulsing crowd, the neon lights flashing across her blonde hair, the bass thumping in my chest.
We reached the men’s restroom door, tucked in a dim corner near the bar, its faded sign flickering under a single bulb. "Stay out here for a sec," I told Alena, keeping my voice low, casual, but firm. She raised an eyebrow but nodded, leaning against the wall, her leather skirt catching the light.
I pushed open the door, the hinges creaking, and stepp ...
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