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14. IN THE CLUB
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I had never in a million years seen such a turn of events. I turned to stare at Kein and he was just basking in the sun, his shades on, lazily sitting on the chair with no care at all.
His chest and neck tattoos were visible. He looked like himself. He looked like Kein the exterminator and as I stared at him I realized he was probably originally middle eastern. But the man was gorgeous.
I looked away, sighing. I watched everyone else socialize. They were laughing, happy, and we were just sitting there. Laughter poured from every table and the kids played not far from where we were. It was a happy day yet was I happy?
I turned to look at Kein again. He was busy with his phone, seeming not to be having a bad time at all. But weirdly I also wasn’t. It was nice being out of the house. So I sat and stop
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