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74: All the pain in the world
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2021-10-31 02:26:19Warning: This chapter contains torture and murder
*Davina*
I come out from the shower with a towel wrapped around me. In my room I get my phone to put on some music. I see I have gotten a text. 'I'm afraid I won't make it to see you tonight. This is running late. See you tomorrow'.
Fuck ! I mean I have gotten used to Lefu being a Night owl, but I still get disappointed when he has to work half the night and I don't get to see him.
"There isn't much money in running nightclubs in the morning". He had said when I asked. "I Got tired of changing my rhythm back and forth all the time and I realised I worked better at night".
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