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"Are you really sure you want to go through with this?" he asked her. Jennifer smiled. "Relax, I'm sure. This is what a fuck buddy is for, isn't it?" Mike paced the floor around the bottom of the bed in the cramped little motel room. "Yeah, but it's a lot to ask." Her auburn curls bouncing, she shook her head. "No it's not, Michael. You and I have been friends since kindergarten and you've always helped me out with anything I wanted."

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Thursday night, 10 pm. The waiting queue were shuffling their feet in the cold out on the footpath, waiting for the doors of the Stroke Bar to open. Hot new band-of-the-month The Suspected were playing a gig there tonight, and all the regular patrons, plus more, had turned up. Rosemary jumped up and down on the spot, trying to warm herself up, wishing for a moment that she put some warmer clothes on, but quickly brushing that thought away with a private grin as she saw the looks she attracted from her fellow queuers, enjoying the subtle attention.

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