It was bad dreams that led me to go to the club that night. I didn’t work there. Had never even applied to work there, no singing, not paid dancers, not really my scene. But I knew someone who worked there: Tom worked there.
And I just had to get out. You know the feeling, where if you stay in your own head any longer you’re going to kick and
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