The Date

 


She was so thrilled, she had to share it. So she called Suze, her best friend.


‘He called me,’ she squealed. Suze squealed, too.


‘We’re meeting tonight.’


‘Where?’


‘Behind the club’. She checked the chamber for bullets.


“Please say you’ll be there.’


‘Oh, I don’t know.’


‘I need a witness.’


 


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