Across the room The club is packed, neon lights flashing, music blasting. Stella, Liza and I sway among the sweaty bodies dancing to the beat. Processing Stella’s latest break-up is much more fun this way. We’ve done the ice-cream-and-ugly-crying girl’s night more than enough times. Tonight, we forget the world and its share of misery.Continue reading
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