entire club was silent, frozen. Then sound and motion resumed with the tinkle of crystal as the wineglass the dreamy-eyed guy had been tossing hit the floor and shattered. Three stools down, the tall, gaunt thing made a choking sound and his deck of cards sprayed the air, raining down on the counter, my lap, the floor. Ha, I thought, got you, dreamy-eyes. He was a player in all this. But who was he and which team was he playing for? “So, who are you really, dreamy-eyed guy? And why do you keep popping up?” “Is that how you see me? In another life, would you take me to the prom? Home to meet
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