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38. Not a public dancer
The long-haired girl had her hand placed behind Thomas’s neck, her head hiding his face from me. The terrifying thing was, he did not pull away. He stayed like that with her for a not-very-short moment. It was one of those situations when you see something awful, but you just can’t look away.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Thomas finally broke their kiss and moved to climb on the stage. “My band is here often.”
I was still stunned near our table, but when the girl turned to face me, I picked up my jaw from the floor and swallowed.
“Hi there. I am Mia. Welcome to our humble karaoke slash dance club,” she smiled pleasantly, and moved to sit next to Adam.
I followed her and sat on the ottoman close to Samuel. “Alice, nice to meet you,” I said to her, not sure if she car
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