NadezhdaHe wasn't wearing a mask or anything. At least, I don't think so. Truthfully, I don't remember much of anything.Samara had been hounding me to go out on a date for months, and I'd finally agreed, dolling myself up in my best dress with my brown hair twisted back in a knot of braids and a full face of makeup on. But at the last minute, Samara couldn't make it. Something came up, and I was left with the prospect of wiping away an hour of hard work and staying home with my parents, or flying solo. So, I went out. The club was in a seedier part of St. Petersburg, but I didn't feel unsafe there. I went straight to the bar for a drink, hoping to dance, maybe meet a nice guy.Everything after that goes fuzzy. If I was drugged, I have no clue who it would have been, but that feels like the only adequate explanation for the black spots in my memory. My thoughts around that night are like a picture on a dry erase board that has been partially scrubbed clean. There are faint lines here
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