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Chambers

It was a warm summer night and the club was going boomps, boomps, boomps. Rainbow lights illuminated a sea of strange faces and glittered sequins. Xavier took a detour into the handicapped stall, bragging to a friend back home about how much better the nightlife appeared here. The familiar voice gave him the strength he needed to return to the crowd, where he coyly slipped his arms around someone’s waist whose identity he confirmed from online. The stranger immediately turned, eyes full of fire and drink. He grabbed Xavier’s collar and dragged him around the club forcibly. It was just the kind of attention Xavier needed, at the time.

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