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Alone. I remembered being in LA, and I remembered a club. It was closed with the words “dark on tuesdays” written across the door. This was wednesday, and I had no idea where I was last night.
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The wind tugging my hair, I stood at the end of the woods, looking over the city. I was alone. There was a tingeling sensation in my eyes, like the light wanted to get past them and into my brain. It hurt. It was wednesday.