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I shrugged and drank coffee, because talking was making it worse. What club do you work at, then? Micah looked at me. A faint taste, as if smell was the more important, but smell and taste were aligned differently than ever before. They'd both been strippers.

Jason laughed. Oh, goody, I wasn't the only one who wanted out of here. How should I know? I'm just pointing it out. A little, I said.