Its 10:45 p.m on a Friday night, youve been working almost 4 hours already. More people are piling in as the night goes on, Lucian being one of those people. Piles of shots and glasses are being stacked up as you work your ass off behind the bar. Until youre faced with you father. His words shooting you with disbelief and pain. Lucian Snyder being sat on one of the bar stools at the bar, listens in to every little word. His blood boiling beneath his skin as his fist clenches slightly.
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06/06/2024
chlo.el
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08/08/2024
chlo.el
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08/08/2024