Chapter 5The neon lights were making Angela’s eyes hurt so she closed them. She had wanted to close them anyway, to block out the lights and the music and the noise of the bar and pretend that she was alone with Jennifer somewhere else. Jennifer the stripper. Jennifer the angel. Jennifer the saving grace and the only thing that really mattered to Angela anymore. Her broken and twisted road had led her here, to the safety of embrace and the magic of sensuality without s*x, a reliable outlet for her still beating heart, a small sense of well-being that could simply be purchased for ten dollars a song.
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After Angela moved into her own apartment Elizabeth began to pull away and kept making excuses to not come to Angela’s new place, which Angela did not understand. It was another place
