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Perfect.

Roxi stood in the shadows of the back of the club.  She couldn’t decide which was a worse assault on her ears – the 3 piece “punk” band on stage, or the guy she’d met as she walked in the club for her gig earlier.  He just would not just up.  She could barely hear herself think over his rambling ‘Hey sweetheart’ or ‘How ya’ doin over there?’s.  They rolled off his lips so easily, much like her eyes when he’d ramble.  For her own amusement, she played into it.  Feigning interest, she’d smile, ‘mhm’, or absently lick her lip and wink at him.  Oops.  “God, this is too damn easy,” she mused.

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