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I could see his hand movement but I kept my hand on the glass, avoiding even the tiniest contact.
Grilled and chopped Chicken breast were served with drinks. Everyone ate as they drank. I drank too, gulping it down as soon as the liquor hit my glass.
April flashed me a questioning look, asking me if I was okay. I nodded with a smile, telling her not to worry about me. We are here to drink and celebrate, ain't we?
“Okay,” Maya said, her mouth full, “we’ve eaten, toasted. What’s next?”
“Games,” Brent answered instantly. “Truth or dare. No chicken hearts allowed.”
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