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It was Friday night in Tempe. One of those glorious nights that Arizona is capable of. The temperature was just right the sky was clear, and Mill Avenue was in full swing. Every college town has what is referred to as University Row. It’s a street dedicated to separating college kids from their parents money. It contains an above average amount of bars and restaurants.

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The events that I now reminisce about occurred one winter, and spring, a few years back and they changed my life. My hometown is not a large one so it is common to see the same people who frequent the neighborhood regularly. A small group of my co-workers with would often meet at the town bars, and other local events, for some drinks and to unwind. Although I was a woman who was not attracted to men, in our group I was never harshly judged for my sexual preferences.

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