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Chapter Twenty-Six
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sara Valentine
The beat of the remix song annoyed Sara as she waited for her drinks at the bar, ignoring the horrible smell of body odour, many perfumes and mixed alcoholic drinks filled her nose and the stench of it all almost made her gag however she kept it all in and smiled as the bartender handed her the drinks she asked for. "Thanks!" she shouted over the music and she made her way to her table. Walking to her table she heard the all too familiar cat-calling and remarks on her beauty and, as she usually did, she chose to ignore them but grinned at her four friends that mocked the men at their futile attempts. "Here you go, ladies! Drink up!" And her friends downed their drinks with somewhat ease but before Sara could drink hers she felt her phone vibrate and when she looked at the caller ID she was very surprised to see her fathers name on the screen. She excused herself to the outside balcony before answering her father's call.
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