Let's be Together
I’d texted Millie, but there’s no response, and the more time passes, the more restless I feel.
The music is cut, leaving only Shawn Jones’s voice echoing through the speakers. The poolside party transforms into an attentive audience, fixated on him as he stands at the center of the lounge area, bathed in dim orange lights. He’s decked out in an over-the-top jester costume, his face streaked with random smears of red and black, looking as chaotic as his personality.
“Alright, y’all freaks,” his voice booms, thick with drunken bravado. “Happy fucking Halloween!”
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