“Do whatever you want, sweetheart.” The word stings more than it should. And maybe it’s the music, or the heat, or the way Billy refuses to look at you now, but something snaps. Fine. You will do whatever you want.
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@peepsgoddessThe bass thrummed up through the floorboards, a sickly heartbeat for a house packed with sweating bodies. Red and orange party lights cut through the haze of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, glinting off sequined costumes and plastic cups.
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