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A Better Pair of Shoes, Novel

“I usually looked in on all the action in the club from my window upstairs and hardly ever went down. On this night however, I already knew that if she would show up, I would join her. Suddenly, just after ten, I spotted her.”

“I was done pulling teeth, and I just needed to get this dark into the light once and for all.”

“What? No. No, no, no…. God, don’t do this.” I laid my head flat on my desk, and held the back of my head.”

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