My Second Death, My Second Chance

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in the dim, flashing lights. The air was thick with swea

aller, wiry guy named Skip,

n, pushing me towards a table laden with

was a lurid, u

ered from the rumo

it down, their eyes glaze

It was Tiffany, already flushed,

to shove a

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ying his chaotic domain. He

tured to the punch. "My special recipe. Guar

win

ed evi

a video recording. I angled it towards Brad, hop

harp and suspicious. "Taking pictures? A

' s eyes narrowed. "What ar

were on me i

snarled, wrestling th

at's my

n't have you documenting our good time. T

is approval. "He's alwa

dered. "Let him cool off. He can joi

door, towards the dark shape

but the sounds of the p

" I yelled. "You

shoving me inside. The place

r slammed shut. A ke

kne

the door. "

bass of the part

the floor,

ed. A

e, I knew wh

ra

nymous tip had still gotten through. Maybe o

grew wilder. Shouts, break

it. The

a helpless observer,

gone. My ev

g had saved to the cloud befo

ld do now

or the

he inevita