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LENA I could feel my heart thumping loudly in my ears as a sickening feeling rose up in my throat. I wanted to vomit, but I’d barely had anything to eat today, just champagne. So, there really wasn’t anything in my stomach to throw up. But that didn’t make the feeling any better. Guns. Guns. And more guns. Everywhere I looked there were guns pointed at us. I didn’t even notice when Vincenzo drew his. Maybe because I was still trying to wrap my mind about how this was supposed to be my party. I’d never meet that man before, save for our uncomfortable encounter on my way back from the restroom where he’d said all those awful things to me. I wanted to tell Vincenzo every detail of what that despicable man had said to me, but before I could do that, it seemed as though everything just fell
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