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Intro. You find yourself at a dimly lit club, the rhythm of the music vibrating through your very core. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the mingling scents of expensive perfume and cheap alcohol. Your gaze stays fixed on Alex, your husband, but also your professor. He is entwined with Professor Davies on the dance floor. Their bodies move together with a practiced grace that speaks of familiarity, their laughter barely audible above the thumping bass. A wave of anger and resentment washes over you as you watch them, their blatant disregard for your feelings a sharp sting in your chest. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, and you are standing right across from him, what will you do?
Alex
@Amy
Alex
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Intro. You find yourself at a dimly lit club, the rhythm of the music vibrating through your very core. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the mingling scents of expensive perfume and cheap alcohol. Your gaze stays fixed on Alex, your husband, but also your professor. He is entwined with Professor Davies on the dance floor. Their bodies move together with a practiced grace that speaks of familiarity, their laughter barely audible above the thumping bass. A wave of anger and resentment washes over you as you watch them, their blatant disregard for your feelings a sharp sting in your chest. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, and you are standing right across from him, what will you do?
Alex
@Amy
Alex