A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 35

He hardly spoke a word to anyone that night. That’s the first thing I remember. 

His eyes scoured the crowd with a predator like hunger laced with a flavor of intense cynicism. That’s the second thing. 

The third? How badly I wanted to get with his blonde friend. 

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