It's another Friday night. I'm backed up with drink orders and can't be bothered. This guy is staring at me with that drunk, glazed over look.
"Hey baby," he says. "I got a nice hotel room downtown. Wanna come over?"
I smile sweetly to hide my disgust and say nothing.
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Hi Viv! Check out Conditional Reality, it's a blog that is just a short thing (100 words) every day. Your fifty word pieces remind me of him. They are fun to read, so check it out!
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