Chapter Seven24 Hours Earlier…
Amy
“Whenever I want a really nice meal, I start dating again.” - Susan Healy
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All-day long I've been sitting at this desk, paperwork piling higher and higher. Save the trees, huh? I don't think the managers here have ever heard of that. The clock ticks on the wall and I swear it's slowing down or going backwards. Sitting here makes me flatter than a week-old glass of coke. Every moment that I don't have to think about the task at hand, I'm already dancing in the club to music so loud it deafens me. I won't be alone either, the whole gang is coming, including Aiden. With that music, that beat, those crazy, crazy lights, I know I'm alive, I'm real, and reality is awesome. By the end of the night, I'm usually quite drunk. Maybe tonight will be different
