Every day feels like a dirty routine as she rounds the corner to chase the nightlife. There's always sweet small talk and a shot of something strong before he--whoever he is tonight--decides they should split. The club plays sexy hip-hip beats that drowns her fake smile, which he never sees because his eyes are focused on her chest. She always follows.
She can't understand why she doesn't feel anything. Each night, as she shares herself, she still doesn't feel anything. Why doesn't she feel a damn thing? This dirty habit she won't quit because she needs love and all she receives is a one-night security.
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i LOVE this one. (even though it's kinda sad.0
Oren says, this as well as most of the pieces, remind him of a New Yorker. I supposedly already have a New Yorker tone of voice?
HAHA I have like a year's worth of New Yorkers sitting in Andy's condo waiting for me to read them this summer...
In other words, I'll tell you after I read, 'cause I don't know their style yet.
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