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A few evenings later, we went out to meet a few of his friends. I ended up seated next to a handsome friend-of-a-friend who was on leave from the military. We had intense chemistry. While my date caught up with his college buddies, neglecting to introduce me as more than my first name, I drank Manhattans with this stranger, and in the crowded bar, at the end of the night, when he asked me to kiss him in a dark corner, I said no. I was a nice girl. I left with the man who brought me.
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