Scrap #2

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I looked around the room. It was a dim lit, blood red room with a few sofas and a bar in front of a big painting, filled with some lame lounge song. I tried to find her, but she was no where to be found. So I took a seat in the bar and ordered a glass of scotch on rocks. Suddenly, she appeared and sat beside me. She lit up a cigarette, ordered a martini, then she asked, “Will you do a one night stand with me?”

 

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