I knew she existed; everyone has a mother at some point. I didn’t know what she looked like or even her name. I guess that’s the type of stuff only close friends know. Several empty seats were at the table where all the good looking people were sitting. I was dressed well enough to blend in; maybe they wouldn’t say anything. I pulled out a chair, sat myself down, and became part of the crowd. Megan sat near me, moaning […]

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