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Kayla And The Dance Club Debacle

It was December 4, 2004, one of the coldest days of the year, and I was already an hour and a half late. I finally located the motel room where he said he would be and knocked on the door. 10 seconds went by then 30 then a full minute and no one answered. “Where the fuck is he?” I muttered to myself and blew into my hands before I knocked again. I looked at the sign of the motel and cursed myself silently. I told him the wrong place. I meant to say Super...

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