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Their night out became a love in. From party tunes to romantic ballads and impromptu karaoke explosions, they’d run the musical gauntlet… and made a serious dent in their alcohol stores.
Approaching the end of the night, melancholy slipped in. “I just… need for it to stop,” Roxie said to the liquid in her glass. “For people to let me go back to who I was before.”
Even if she wasn’t the same person on the inside.
“Because you hated it?” Toria asked from the armchair at the end of the coffee table. “The streaming and the interacting?”
Her attention flew up. “No! No, it’s not that. Streaming was fun and the people who commented were incredible. It was amazing talking to such a passionate group. Communicating with people like that. With the world. It was a privilege and an honor.
