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Book 3 -3-

[Clubbing III]

ARIELLA

As soon as we entered the club, my nose tingled with every scent in the building, some more putrid than most. One scent that stood out most was the stench of desperation on some of these girls. It was even stronger than the alcohol and the sweat-drenched patrons grinding against one another on the dance floor.

How could humans do this so often and not get sick of it? How could they do it and not realize the kinds of terrible consequences it caused? We had barely been here for ten minutes, and I was already on the verge of either punching someone in the face or emptying my stomach contents.

I was making my way through the crowd when someone grabbed hold of my hand.

“Hey gorgeous,” the man said. “Dance with me.” His hot breath carried the smell of beer and cigarettes, and he had the squinty eyes of someone close to intoxication. He took my hand in his and drew me flush against his chest while his other hand snaked around my waist.

“You wanna dance with me, h
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