Your hands shake, and twist between the necklace. You close your eyes and your lips press against each other. A sense of someone watching you lingers on the back of your head, a voice, a figure. He's asking something... Are you okay? Ma'am? You take the courage to open your eyes again. Some guy, with a black tuxedo is asking you questions. His voice seems soft, yet raspy You need to leave this party.
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