A Case Of Mistaken Identity
“I’m out right now, getting my hair done,” She said over the phone. “Alright, are we still going to the club tonight?” I asked in response. “Of course, but this might take a bit longer, so I’ll just meet you there instead, ok?” “That’s fine. I’ll see you there. I love you, Tiffany.” “Love you too, Mark. Bye.” The phone clicked as she hung up. Tiffany was Mark’s girlfriend of six months. They first met at that same club, Chat Noir, or Black Cat. It was one of those nightclubs that was usually...
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