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12- At least one of us looks good

I stagger out of the club with Molly's weight on my shoulders as she's leaning against me and one side, Chloe has her arm wrapped around her.

"I'll go bring the car around," Tania says before she hurries off.

"Who is this chica?" Chloe wonders as Molly starts to struggle. "I don't want to be arrested for kidnapping. We said go wild, not this wild."

I roll my eyes, "She's a friend." It pains me to say but there's nothing else that can make her feel rest assured.

Molly is wiggling in our hand, staggering from the cocaine and saying gibberish. I doubt she even knows where she is nor who I am right now.

"Fuck! She's lost it. Completely drugged. Who knows what the fuck would have happened if you haven't rescued her."

I can guess and I swear I want to get the image of my fucking head. Seeing her in that state still plagues my mind.

Molly suddenly throws both arms around me, caressing my face as she breathes on me and slurs in her words, "You look oddly familiar." She giggles, her smile weak
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