CAMILLA
My hands are still shaking when I’m ushered out the back door of the strip club, but I don’t look back. If I meet any of their gazes, I will fall apart.
CAMILLA
My hands are still shaking when I’m ushered out the back door of the strip club, but I don’t look back. If I meet any of their gazes, I will fall apart.
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