Plans...
A/N : I accidentally posted one chapter two times. Sorry for the inconvenience. ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As planned, I cooked, I watched TV, or better yet, looked into thin air and cried a little, getting ready to go out, then said a small prayer while I waited for my Uber, and continued praying until I arrived at the club. Who knows, maybe someone is listening to me for once and I'll fall out of love with Calvin and fall in love with John Doe. I'm not 100%, but, I'm still pretty sure that calling him an unidentified corpse is definitely not the right start. I get inside the club and go to the lounge where we last were because I forgot to tell Bianca not to reserve the same lounge, and when I realized it, it was too late. As usual
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