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t to the floor that made the front row exhale like they'd just
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ed past the other girls, ignoring the shrieks and gossip. Someone laughed about a bachelor party that
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ooked the other way. Maybe out of fear. M
or six years. Gettin
left them. She and Rhea played together as kids but she heard nothing of Rhea anymore when her parents died. When she was just 8 years old, her parents had died from an accident when they were coming back from a shift from the hospital; both her parents were docto
y-four dollars from her aunt's wal
ast clung to her
mb - sharp teeth, bright lights, and every dir
one to ask for help, like a tee
krooms, cigarette smoke, limp bills, and managers who thought
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he feel like
against the fabric as she shrugged on a leather jacket. She liked the way men looked at her when she d
one. No texts. No one
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home and li
could fi
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tlanta summer - where the air stuck to
eon glowed against dark windows. Somewhere down the street, mus
the crowd. Her eyes scanned faces. Looking for that feeling - that
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backseat of his own car. Her lipstick everywhere on his n
ing around her. Her pulse steadied. The ache under her
was enoug
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shadow. She could see the outline of his br
ot a regular. Something abo
moment - nothing dramati
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shook h
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ever walked
was
st a coincidence. She knew it was the