Unfortunate events

Molly:

Having dinner sounded normal, and I wanted to go out. I just had to make sure I didn't backslide this time.

No more weed, and alcohol. Just food and fruit juice, I said to myself as we got dressed.

I put on a casual flare gown, and a sandal. Then Paula went with a shirt, trousers, and a slip on. Something casual for the evening.

"I just hope I don't meet anyone like Juan again," I said and Paula chuckled.

"There is no one like that here. These guys are so chill," she said.

We walked out of the hotel, and flagged down a taxi. Our journey began once more with my mind wandering off, and thinking of the possible things that could go wrong.

The car came to a halt in front of a large gate with a symbol in front. I had no clue on what it meant, and I itched to know.

"What's that?" I asked Paula.

I was curious because there were a lot of symbols in Farrell's house too. This house definitely belonged to a mafia person.

"I don't know," Paula said with a shrug.

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