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He walked in and looked around. He knew no one recognized him, but he kept his gaze hidden behind glasses that were for show just in case. The clothes he had on were clothes he never wore out. They were special clothes. Clothes he had for meeting women. He couldn’t risk being recognized.
He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Men drank beer. His father always drank beer. He hated the s**t, but it was what men drank, so he choked it down. It was only for show anyway.
It didn’t take long for a woman to approach him. He knew it would happen. It always did. He made sure of it. His shoes were fancy, his clothes screamed money. He was the kind of man women were drawn to. Women who only cared about money.
“Buy me a drink?” the woman asked. The pout on her lips was supposed to be sexy.
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