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Party to Consummation
Amanda was starting to get a little jumpy, this feeling that started at the back of her neck, like the hair standing up on end. She couldn’t get over it and it was distracting. She was starting to look behind herself nervously. Damned if she wasn’t keeping her eyes on the doors. She tried to shrug this off and wasn’t doing a good job. The party was a wash, she decided. She’d make her goodbyes and be on her way. Somewhere with locked doors. She hated this sense of being oversensitive to crowds,...