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Chapter 35: Drunk Ryan
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Two figures came wobbling around out of the dark narrow exit of that bar. The narrow stairway was too dark that one of them stumbled right at the exit while the other caught him in time. At the top of the opening, the glowing sign of ‘Moonlight pub’ shimmered through the lighting attached at the side.
Luke caught his friend Ashton by his shoulder to take him to his car. Ashton was totally knocked out while Luke could barely stand. They already called a driver, and he was right at the car of Ash in the parking lot, waiting for his boss to come. He settled his friend in there while another two figures came out of the entrance of the bar. Their faces glowed in that dim green and blue light from the signboard above.
The tall guy dragged a frail lad by his side, clutching hi shoulder tight while the small guy wobbled around the stairs and was falling exactly the same place the previous guy stumbled. That place must be jinxed.
His figure halt
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